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Poem by Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass. 1. Inscriptions. 21. Shut Not Your Doors
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
needed most, I bring,
Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.
Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman's other poems:- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 24. Washington's Monument February, 1885
- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 49. You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
- Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 18. Sounds of the Winter
- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 36. The United States to Old World Critics
- Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 37. The Calming Thought of All
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