Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 49. You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me

You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs,
And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row;
You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the flush of May, or July
      clover-bloom—no grain of August now;)
You pallid banner-staves—you pennants valueless—you overstay'd of time,
Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest,
The faithfulest—hardiest—last.

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals
2. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
4. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols
5. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 31. World Take Good Notice

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