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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 72 of 382 · Calamus

I Dream’d in a Dream

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I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I dream’d that was the new city of Friends, Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love, it led the rest, It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, And in all their looks and words.

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