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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By Harrison SmithMorris

1278 Walt Whitman

HE was in love with Truth and knew her near—

Her comrade, not her suppliant on the knee:

She gave him wild melodious words to be

Made music that should haunt the atmosphere.

She drew him to her bosom, day-long dear,

And pointed to the stars and to the sea,

And taught him miracles and mystery,

And made him master of the rounded year.

Yet one gift did she keep. He looked in vain,

Brow-shaded, through the darkness of the mist,

Marking a beauty like a wandering breath

That beckoned, yet denied his soul a tryst:

He sang a passion, yet he saw not plain

Till kind earth held him and he spake with death.