Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb - Poem by Walt Whitman
SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
Master of all, and matter of fact! - at last I accept your terms;
Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams,
And of me, as lover and hero.
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