HAST never come to thee an hour, 
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth? 
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours, 
To utter nothingness?

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 54. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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