. The complete writings of Walt Whitman. double winrow-drift of weedsand shells; (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voice-less! Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held. Murmurs and echoes still bring up — Eternitys music, faint andfar. Wafted inland, sent from Atlanticas rim — strains for the Soul ofthe Prairies, Whisperd reverberations — chords for the ear of the West, joy-ously sounding Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable;) Infmitessimals out of my life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give — all, all I give;) These thoughts
. The complete writings of Walt Whitman. double winrow-drift of weedsand shells; (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voice-less! Yet will you not, to the tympans of temples held. Murmurs and echoes still bring up — Eternitys music, faint andfar. Wafted inland, sent from Atlanticas rim — strains for the Soul ofthe Prairies, Whisperd reverberations — chords for the ear of the West, joy-ously sounding Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable;) Infmitessimals out of my life, and many a life, (For not my life and years alone I give — all, all I give;) These thoughts and Songs — waifs from the deep — here, casthigh and dry, Washd on Americas shores. Currents of starting a Continent new. Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid. Fusion of ocean and land — tender and pensive waves, (Not safe and peaceful only — waves rousd and ominous too, Out of the depths, the storms abysms —who knows whence? Deaths over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatterd sail). [318] n.
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