Twilight (by Walt Whitman)
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The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d—(I too will soon be
gone, dispell’d,)
A haze—nirwana—rest and night—oblivion.
| from Leaves of Grass: BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY by Walt Whitman | |
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