 | Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) |  |
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Listener up there! Here you! What have you to confide to me?Look in my face, while I snuff the sidle of evening,
Talk honestly—no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |
Look in my face, while I snuff the sidle of evening,
Talk honestly—no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.