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Lingering Last Drops

by Walt Whitman, 1892

And whence and why come you?

We know not whence, (was the answer,)
We only know that we drift here with the rest,
That we linger'd and lagg'd—but were wafted at last, and are now here,
To make the passing shower's concluding drops.

Published in Leaves of Grass

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