Walt Whitman Time Poems

AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud,
A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me.

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OR, from that Sea of Time,
Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells;
(O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!
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To think of time--of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward!

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WARBLE me now, for joy of Lilac-time,
Sort me, O tongue and lips, for Nature's sake, and sweet life's
sake--and death's the same as life's,
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