by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
For the lands, and for these passionate...
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For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself, Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of Autumn fields, Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee, Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart, Tuning a verse for thee. O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice! O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths! O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb! A verse to seek, to see, to narrate thee.
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass, Philadelphia: David McKay, c1900.
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- by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), no title, appears in Leaves of Grass, in A Carol of Harvest, for 1867, no. 2 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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