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

65. Earth! my Likeness!

EARTH! my likeness! 
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, 
I now suspect that is not all; 
I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst forth; 
For an athlete is enamour’d of me—and I of him;         5
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible to burst forth, 
I dare not tell it in words—not even in these songs. 


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