 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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Sing on, there in the swampO singer bashful and tender! I hear your notes—I hear your call;
I hear—I come presently—I understand you;
But a moment I linger—for the lustrous star has detain'd me;
The star, my departing comrade, holds and detains me.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |