Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 5. And Yet Not You Alone

And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
Nor you, ye lost designs alone—nor failures, aspirations;
I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again—duly the hinges turning,
Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,
Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
The rhythmus of Birth eternal.

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2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 6. Proudly the Flood Comes In
3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 32. Life
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 24. Washington's Monument February, 1885
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 43. The Dying Veteran

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