Walt Withman, Song of myself
To behold
the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The
air tastes good to my palate. Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols
silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low
Walt Withman, Song of myself
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