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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 272 of 382 · From Noon to Starry Night

Thick-Sprinkled Bunting

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Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Long yet your road, fateful flag--long yet your road, and lined with bloody death, For the prize I see at issue at last is the world, All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner; Dream’d again the flags of kings, highest borne to flaunt unrival’d? O hasten flag of man--O with sure and steady step, passing highest flags of kings, Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol--run up above them all, Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!

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