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TWILIGHT.
THE soft voluptuous opiate-shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispelled—(I too
will soon be gone, dispelled),
A haze—nirvana—rest and night—oblivion.
Walt Whitman.
Notes
1. Reprinted in the "Sands at Seventy" annex to Leaves of Grass (1888). [back]