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Whispers of Heavenly Death.

Walt Whitman·1819–1892
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WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur’d I hear;Labial gossip of night—sibilant chorals;Footsteps gently ascending—mystical breezes, wafted soft and low;Ripples of unseen rivers—tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;(Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses;Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing;With, at times, a half-dimm’d, sadden’d, far-off star,Appearing and disappearing. (Some parturition, rather—some solemn, immortal birth:On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable,Some Soul is passing over.)