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. 20. By the Roadside. 28. Offerings
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
3. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 8. A Riddle Song
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 11. The Wallabout Martyrs
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting

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