14.07.10

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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.


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Poem by Whitman.

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