#drum-taps

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Santa Spirita, breather, life, Beyond the light, lighter than light,

Chanting the Square Deific 

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I see not America only, not only Liberty's nation but other nations preparing,

Years of the Modern

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O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

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People, endless, streaming, with strong voices, passions, pageants,

Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

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And I knew death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

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Give me faces and streets - give me these phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!

Give me the Splendid Silent Sun

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I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d 

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With pure deliberate notes spreading filling the night.

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d