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.
|from Leaves of Grass: BOOKXXXV: GOOD-BYE MY FANCY|
by Walt Whitman
|Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!||Good-Bye My Fancy|