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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 135 of 382 · By the Roadside

Gliding O’er all

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Gliding o’er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul--not life alone, Death, many deaths I’ll sing.

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