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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb

SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
Master of all, and matter of fact!—at last I accept your
        terms;
Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal
        dreams,
And of me, as lover and hero.

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