 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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In the swamp, in secluded recesses,A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
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Solitary, the thrush,The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
Sings by himself a song.
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Song of the bleeding throat!Death's outlet song of life—(for well, dear brother, I know,
If thou wast not gifted to sing, thou would'st surely die.)
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |