Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 30. Unseen Buds

Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well,
Under the snow and ice, under the darkness, in every square or cubic inch,
Germinal, exquisite, in delicate lace, microscopic, unborn,
Like babes in wombs, latent, folded, compact, sleeping;
Billions of billions, and trillions of trillions of them waiting,
(On earth and in the sea—the universe—the stars there in the
      heavens,)
Urging slowly, surely forward, forming endless,
And waiting ever more, forever more behind.

1. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 35. Italian Music in Dakota
2. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 33. An Old Man's Thought of School
3. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 18. Pensive and Faltering
4. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 16. The Last Invocation
5. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 13. The Untold Want

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