Shut Not Your Doors
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
needed most, I bring,
Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.
A Most Jubilant Song; Inspiring Writings About the Wonderful World Around Us 811 W WCV
America the Beautiful in the Words of Walt Whitman 811.3 W WDB
Leaves of Grass 811 W WMB
The Selected Poems of Walt Whitman 811 Whitman WAM
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