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Whispers of Heavenly Death

by Walt Whitman

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Coruisk

by Robert Williams Buchanan

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The poems

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Whispers of Heavenly Death

by Walt Whitman

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.)

Coruisk

by Robert Williams Buchanan

I think this is the very stillest place
On all God's earth, and yet no rest is here.
The vapours mirror'd in the black loch's face
Drift on like frantic shapes and disappear;
A never-ceasing murmur in mine ear
Tells me of waters wild that ebb and flow;
There is no rest at all afar or near,
Only a sense of things that moan and go.
And lo! the still small life these limbs contain
Is flowing on as those, restless and proud;
Before that breathing nought within my brain
Pauses, but all drifts on like mist and cloud;
Only the bald peaks and the stones remain,
Frozen and silent, desolate and bow'd.

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