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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 295 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

Paumanok

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Sea-beauty! stretch’d and basking! One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce, steamers, sails, And one the Atlantic’s wind caressing, fierce or gentle--mighty hulls dark-gliding in the distance. Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water--healthy air and soil! Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine!

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