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Walt Whitman - Night on The Prairies.

NIGHT on the prairies; 
The supper is over—the fire on the ground burns low; 
The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets: 
I walk by myself—I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I never realized
Now I absorb immortality and peace,
I admire death, and test propositions. 
How plenteous! How spiritual! How resumé! 
The same Old Man and Soul—the same old aspirations, and the same content. 
I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day exhibited, 
I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless around me myriads of
Now, while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me, I will measure myself by
And now, touch’d with the lives of other globes, arrived as far along as those of the
Or waiting to arrive, or pass’d on farther than those of the earth, 
I henceforth no more ignore them, than I ignore my own life, 
Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to arrive.
O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me—as the day cannot, 
I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 17. Night on The Prairies.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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