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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 135 of 382 · By the Roadside

Gliding O’er all

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Gliding o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul--not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing.

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