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I too pass from the night,I stay a while away, O night, but I return to you again, and love you.
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Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you?I am not afraid—I have been well brought forward by you;
I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in whom I lay so long,
I know not how I came of you, and I know not where I go with you—but I know I came well, and shall go well.
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I will stop only a time with the night, and rise betimes;I will duly pass the day, O my mother, and duly return to you.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |