Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
272. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
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A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?
Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.
H
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?