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 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?
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Sea-winds, blown from east and west,Blown from the eastern sea, and blown from the western sea, till there on the prairies meeting:
These, and with these, and the breath of my chant,
I perfume the grave of him I love.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |