Walt Whitman


Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 20. Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me


Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me,
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me,
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself,
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled,
And sullen hymns of defeat?






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