Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me

by Walt Whitman.

  Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me!
  Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me,
  A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me,
  Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself,
  Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
  And sullen hymns of defeat?

 

from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Not the Pilot	The Wound-Dresser (LoG)

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