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Walt Whitman (1819–1892).  Leaves of Grass.  1900.

204. Quicksand Years


QUICKSAND years that whirl me I know not whither, 
Your schemes, politics, fail—lines give way—substances mock and elude me; 
Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess’d Soul, eludes not; 
One’s-self must never give way—that is the final substance—that out of all is sure; 
Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life—what at last finally remains?         5
When shows break up, what but One’s-Self is sure? 


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