 | Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) |  |
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Alone, far in the wilds and mountains, I hunt,Wandering, amazed at my own lightness and glee,
In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-killed game,
Soundly falling asleep on the gathered leaves, with my dog and gun by my side.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |