 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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I swear I begin to see love with sweeter spasms than that which responds love!It is that which contains itself—which never invites, and never refuses.
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I swear I begin to see little or nothing in audible words!I swear I think all merges toward the presentation of the unspoken meanings of the earth!
Toward him who sings the songs of the Body, and of the truths of the earth;
Toward him who makes the dictionaries of words that print cannot touch.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |