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Leaves of Grass 3

Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.


1 NIGHT on the prairies; The supper is over—the fire on the ground burns  
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets; I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars, 
 which I think now I never realized before.
2Now I absorb immortality and peace, I admire death, and test propositions. 3How plenteous! How spiritual! How resumé! The same Old Man and Soul—the same old aspira- 
 tions, and the same content.
4I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw  
 what the not-day exhibited,
I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang  
 out so noiseless around me myriads of other  
5Now, while the great thoughts of space and eternity  
 fill me, I will measure myself by them;
And now, touch'd with the lives of other globes, ar- 
 rived as far along as those of the earth,
  [ begin page 288 ]ppp.00473.288.jpg Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those  
 of the earth,
I henceforth no more ignore them, than I ignore my  
 own life,
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or  
 waiting to arrive.
6O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me—as  
 the day cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by  

Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.

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