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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 363 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

Long, Long Hence

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After a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials,
Accumulations, rous’d love and joy and thought,
Hopes, wishes, aspirations, ponderings, victories, myriads of readers,
Coating, compassing, covering--after ages’ and ages’ encrustations,
Then only may these songs reach fruition.

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