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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 353 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

Lingering Last Drops

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And whence and why come you?

We know not whence, (was the answer,)
We only know that we drift here with the rest,
That we linger’d and lagg’d--but were wafted at last, and are now here,
To make the passing shower’s concluding drops.

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