“Over the tree-tops I float thee a song, Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the prairies wide, Over the dense-pack’d cities all and the teeming wharves and ways, I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.”
Quote by Walt Whitman
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When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
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