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. 34. Sands at Seventy. 14. Memories
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 17. Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 15. To the Sun-Set Breeze
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 13. Bravo, Paris Exposition!
5. Leaves of Grass. 22. Memories of President Lincoln. 3. Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]

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