Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 7. By That Long Scan of Waves

By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
In every crest some undulating light or shade—some retrospect,
Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas—scenes ephemeral,
The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
Myself through every by-gone phase—my idle youth—old age at hand,
My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past,
By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,
And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble—some
      wave, or part of wave,
Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.

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2. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 23. To a Pupil
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 14. Interpolation Sounds
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 47. Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 6. Proudly the Flood Comes In

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