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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 309 of 382 · Sands at Seventy

After the Dazzle of Day

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After the dazzle of day is gone, Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars; After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band, Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.

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