Walt Whitman


Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 48. Twilight


The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell'd—(I too will soon be
      gone, dispell'd,)
A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.






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