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The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night,Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation;
The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen close,
I find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |