Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 20. When the Full-Grown Poet Came

When the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its
      shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;
But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled,
      Nay he is mine alone;
—Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each
      by the hand;
And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly holding hands,
Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,
And wholly and joyously blends them.

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 1. As the Time Draws Nigh
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 28. Old Salt Kossabone
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 18. Sounds of the Winter
4. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 21. Visor'd
5. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation

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