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Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

by Walt Whitman, 1892

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?

Published in Leaves of Grass
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