YEAR that trembled and reel’d beneath me! 
Your summer wind was warm enough—yet the air I breathed froze me; 
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken’d me; 
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself; 
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
And sullen hymns of defeat?

Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 18. Year that Trembled.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 8. Drum-Taps
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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