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One page. Mounted. Browning, edge wear. The final two lines are on a separate leaf affixed at the bottom in Whitman's characteristic way. Numerous manuscript revisions by the author.
Whitman reflects rapturously on his time alone by a remote pond. Dipping his pen in the brook, he looks around and marvels, "nothing could be more primitive, secluded, naturally free, cool, luxuriant than the scene I am in the midst of."
Whitman reflects rapturously on his time alone by a remote pond. Dipping his pen in the brook, he looks around and marvels, "nothing could be more primitive, secluded, naturally free, cool, luxuriant than the scene I am in the midst of."
Whitman observes, "After my semi-daily bath, I sit here for a bit, the brook musically gurgling brawling, to the chromatic tones of a fretful cat-bird somewhere off in the bushes." The contrast with city life is striking for the poet: "On my walk hither two hours since, through fields and the old lane, I stopt to view now the sky, now the mile-off woods…
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