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Walt Whitman

Press close, bare-bosomed Night!
Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!

― Walt Whitman, from “Song of Myself,” Leaves of Grass. Originally published: July 4, 1855.  

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