Year That Trembled

Walt Whitman

   YEAR that trembled and reel'd beneath me!
   Your summer wind was warm enough--yet the air I breathed froze me;
   A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me;
   Must I change my triumphant songs? said I to myself;
   Must I indeed learn to chant the cold dirges of the baffled?
   And sullen hymns of defeat?

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