Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour - Poem by Walt Whitman

HAST never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,
fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims--books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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