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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 36 of 382 · Children of Adam

O Hymen! O Hymenee!

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O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus?
O why sting me for a swift moment only?
Why can you not continue? O why do you now cease?
Is it because if you continued beyond the swift moment you would
soon certainly kill me?

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