<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535056" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Night On The Prairies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NIGHT on the prairies;<br> The supper is over--the fire on the ground burns low;<br> The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets:<br> I walk by myself--I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I<br> never realized before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now I absorb immortality and peace,<br> I admire death, and test propositions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> How plenteous! How spiritual! How resumé!<br> The same Old Man and Soul--the same old aspirations, and the same<br> content.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not-day<br> exhibited,<br> I was thinking this globe enough, till there sprang out so noiseless<br> around me myriads of other globes. 10</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now, while the great thoughts of space and eternity fill me, I will<br> measure myself by them;<br> And now, touch'd with the lives of other globes, arrived as far along<br> as those of the earth,<br> Or waiting to arrive, or pass'd on farther than those of the earth,<br> I henceforth no more ignore them, than I ignore my own life,<br> Or the lives of the earth arrived as far as mine, or waiting to<br> arrive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> O I see now that life cannot exhibit all to me--as the day cannot,<br> I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535056" data-title="Night On The Prairies de Walt Whitman" data-description="NIGHT on the prairies; The supper is over--the fire on the ground burns low; The wearied emigrants sleep, wrapt in their blankets: I walk by myself--I stand and look at the stars, which I think now I never realized before. Now I absorb immor..."></div> </div> </div>

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