Sunday, July 09, 2006
Excerpts From "Song At Sunset"
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past,
Inflating my throat, you divine average,
You earth and life till the last ray gleams I sing.
Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.
O setting sun! though the time has come,
I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.
~© Walt Whitman~