Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 18. Sounds of the Winter

Sounds of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,
Children's and women's tones—rhythm of many a farmer and of flail,
An old man's garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we keep up yet the lilt.

1. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 7. Virginia—The West
2. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 13. Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]
3. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 20. Thought
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 55. An Evening Lull
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 17. Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809

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