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1819–1892

BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY

Walt Whitman

Sea-beauty! stretch'd and basking! One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce, steamers, sails, And one the Atlantic's wind caressing, fierce or gentle — mighty hulls dark-gliding in the distance. Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water — healthy air and soil!

Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine!

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