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FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 5 by WALT WHITMAN

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First Line: AND YET NOT YOU ALONE, TWILIGHT AND BURYING EBB
Last Line: THE RHYTHMUS OF BIRTH ETERNAL.

And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
Nor you, ye lost designs alone -- nor failures, aspirations;
I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again -- duly the
hinges turning,
Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,
Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
The rhythmus of Birth eternal.



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