14.07.10
The body, sluggish, aged, cold---the embers left
from earlier fires,
light in the eye grown dim shall duly flame
again;
The sun now low in the west rises for mornings
and for noons continual;
To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible land
returns,
With grass and flowers and summer fruits and
corn.
Poem by Whitman.
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