 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,I have seen where the she-bird, the mocking-bird, sat on her nest in the briers, hatching her brood.
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I have seen the he-bird also;I have paused to hear him, near at hand, inflating his throat, and joyfully singing.
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And while I paused, it came to me that what he really sang for was not there only,Nor for his mate, nor himself only, nor all sent back by the echoes;
But subtle, clandestine, away beyond,
A charge transmitted, and gift occult, for those being born.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |