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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=534949" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As Consequent, Etc.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AS consequent from store of summer rains,<br> Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,<br> Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations,<br> Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,<br> Songs of continued years I sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Life's ever-modern rapids first, (soon, soon to blend,<br> With the old streams of death.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Some threading Ohio's farm-fields or the woods,<br> Some down Colorado's cañons from sources of perpetual snow,<br> Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas, 10<br> Some in the north finding their way to Erie, Niagara, Ottawa,<br> Some to Atlantica's bays, and so to the great salt brine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In you whoe'er you are my book perusing,<br> In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,<br> All, all toward the mystic ocean tending.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Currents for starting a continent new,<br> Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,<br> Fusion of ocean and land, tender and pensive waves,<br> (Not safe and peaceful only, waves rous'd and ominous too,<br> Out of the depths the storm's abysmic waves, who knows whence? 20<br> Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter'd sail.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Or from the sea of Time, collecting vasting all, I bring,<br> A windrow-drift of weeds and shells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O little shells, so curious-convolute, so limpid-cold and voiceless,<br> Will you not little shells to the tympans of temples held,<br> Murmurs and echoes still call up, eternity's music faint and far,<br> Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica's rim, strains for the soul of the<br> prairies,<br> Whisper'd reverberations, chords for the ear of the West joyously<br> sounding,<br> Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,<br> Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,  30<br> (For not my life and years alone I give--all, all I give,)<br> These waifs from the deep, cast high and dry,<br> Wash'd on America's shores?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,
 Or many a herb-lined brook's reticulations,
 Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,
 Songs of continued years I sing.

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