Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 11. Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher

I doubt it not—then more, far more;
In each old song bequeath’d—in every noble page or text,
(Different—something unreck’d before—some unsuspected author,)
In every object, mountain, tree, and star—in every birth and life,
As part of each—evolv’d from each—meaning, behind the ostent,
A mystic cipher waits infolded.

1. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 9. Excelsior
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 39. Lo, Victress on the Peaks
3. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 20. Thought
4. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 7. All Is Truth
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 3. Ashes of Soldiers

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