Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 38. That Shadow My Likeness
2. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 28. Offerings
3. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
4. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 5. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
5. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 7. The Pallid Wreath

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