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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 311 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

Out of May’s Shows Selected

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Apple orchards, the trees all cover’d with blossoms;
Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;
The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;
The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.

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