Leaves of grass. | ||
YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D
BENEATH ME.
YEAR that trembled and reel'd
beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough — yet the air I breathed froze me;
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself:
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled?
And sullen hymns of defeat?
Your summer wind was warm enough — yet the air I breathed froze me;
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself:
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baf- fled?
And sullen hymns of defeat?
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Leaves of grass. | ||