A child said What is the grass fetching it to me with full hands
How could I answer the child I do not know what it is any more
than he.
Walt Whitman
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Press close magnetic nourishing Night
Night of south winds Night of the large few stars
Still nodding Night Mad naked Summer Night
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All goes onward and outward nothing collapses
And to die is different from what any one supposed and luckier.
- Walt Whitman