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Year That Trembled And Reel'd Beneath Me Post by :Dale_Davis Category :Poems Author :Walt Whitman Date :May 2011 Read :2342

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Year That Trembled And Reel'd Beneath Me

Year that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
Your summer wind was warm enough, yet the air I breathed froze me,
A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me,
Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself,
Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled,
And sullen hymns of defeat?

(The end)
Walt Whitman's poem: Year That Trembled And Reel'd Beneath Me

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