Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth— rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile,... Leaves of Grass: Including Sands at Seventy, Good Bye My Fancy, Old Age ... - Page 38 by Walt Whitman - 1897 - 455 pages Full view -
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