by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
O how shall I warble myself for the dead...
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O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved? And how shall I deck my soul for the large sweet soul that has gone? And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love? Sea-winds blown from the 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'll perfume the grave of him I love.
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- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Memories of President Lincoln, in When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd, no. 10 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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