Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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8

 O western orb sailing the heaven,
 Now I know what you must have meant as a month since I walk'd,
 As I walk'd in silence the transparent shadowy night,
 As I saw you had something to tell as you bent to me night after night,
 As you droop'd from the sky low down as if to my side, (while the
 other stars all look'd on,)
 As we wander'd together the solemn night, (for something I know not
 what kept me from sleep,)
 As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you
 were of woe,
 As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night,
 As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black
 of the night,
 As my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank, as where you sad orb,
 Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.