...that a kelson of the Creation is love ; And limitless are leaves, stiff or drooping in the fields. A child said, what is the Grass? fetching it to me...? .... I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the...

...worm-fence, and heaped stones, alder, mullen, sod pokeweed. "A child said, ' Wliat it the grata ?' fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer...child'? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must bo the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven, Or I guess it is the...

...their plated manes." Here are some strange passages from Whitman in which strange mixtures occur : "A child said, What is the grass? — fetching it...to me with full hands. How could I answer the child ? 1 do not know What it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of...

...larger, better than I thought, I did not know I held so much ing reverence in : "A child said, what is How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the...

...And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. IA child said Wliat is the grass ? fetching it to me with full hands ;)...child? I do not know what it is any more than he. ' > „• \.V ,„ * I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven....

...philosophy, and the justness of his taste in securing witching wordeffects, in naming his book for it. " A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me...child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven Or I guess it is a...

...that walks with the tender and growing night ; I call to the earth and sea, half held by the night. Press close, bare-bosomed night ! Press close, magnetic, nourishing night ! Night of south winds ! night of the large, few stars ! Still, nodding night ! mad, naked, summer night ! Smile, 0 voluptuous,...

...undisguised and naked ; I am mad for it to be in contact with me." " A child once said, What is the grass f fetching it to me with full hands ; How could I answer...child ? I do not know what it is, any more than he. " I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is...

...Convict no more, nor shame, nor dole .' Depart — a God-enfranchis' d soul! T/ie Singer in the Prison. A child said What is the Grass? fetching it to me...child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hooeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the...

...Convict no more, nor shame, nor dole ! Depart — a God-enfranchis' d soul ! The Singer in the Prison. A child said What is the Grass ? fetching it to me...child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hooeful green stuff woven. Or I guess it is the...