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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535245" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YEAR of meteors! brooding year!<br> I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs;<br> I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;<br> I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the<br> scaffold in Virginia;<br> (I was at hand--silent I stood, with teeth shut close--I watch'd;<br> I stood very near you, old man, when cool and indifferent, but<br> trembling with age and your unheal'd wounds, you mounted the<br> scaffold;)<br> --I would sing in my copious song your census returns of The States,<br> The tables of population and products--I would sing of your ships and<br> their cargoes,<br> The proud black ships of Manhattan, arriving, some fill'd with<br> immigrants, some from the isthmus with cargoes of gold;<br> Songs thereof would I sing--to all that hitherward comes would I<br> welcome give;   10<br> And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you from me, sweet<br> boy of England!<br> Remember you surging Manhattan's crowds, as you pass'd with your<br> cortege of nobles?<br> There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with attachment;<br> I know not why, but I loved you... (and so go forth little song,<br> Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my love all folded,<br> And find in his palace the youth I love, and drop these lines at his<br> feet;)<br> --Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay,<br> Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600<br> feet long,<br> Her, moving swiftly, surrounded by myriads of small craft, I forget<br> not to sing;<br> --Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north, flaring in<br> heaven;    20<br> Nor the strange huge meteor procession, dazzling and clear, shooting<br> over our heads,<br> (A moment, a moment long, it sail'd its balls of unearthly light over<br> our heads,<br> Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;)<br> --Of such, and fitful as they, I sing--with gleams from them would I<br> gleam and patch these chants;<br> Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good! year of<br> forebodings! year of the youth I love!<br> Year of comets and meteors transient and strange!--lo! even here, one<br> equally transient and strange!<br> As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this<br> book,<br> What am I myself but one of your meteors?</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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 I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs;
 I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;
 I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the
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