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Walt Whitman
Night on the Prairies
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Night on the prairies,
The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets;
I walk by myself ? I stand and look at the stars, which I
think now I never realized before.

Now I absorb immortality and peace,
I admire death and test propositions.

How plenteous! how spiritual! how resum?!
The same old man and soul ? the same old aspirations, and
the same content.

I was thinking the day most splendid till I saw what the
not-day exhibited,
I was thinking this globe enough till there sprang out so
noiseless around me myriads of other globes.

Now while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me
I will measure myself by them,
And now touch?d with the lives of other globes arrived as
far along as those of the earth,
Or waiting to arrive, or pass?d on farther than those of the earth,
I henceforth no more ignore them than I ignore my own life,
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to

O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me, as the day cannot,
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.


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