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Walt Whitman · Leaves of Grass

Poem 79 of 382 · Calamus

O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

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O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

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