These, I, Singing in Spring. (Walt Whitman Poems)
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and ...
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and ...
THERE was a child went forth every day; And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became; And ...
ROOTS and leaves themselves alone are these; Scents brought to men and women from the wild woods, and from the ...
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