Aloof
Though the sun shines down on a warm day
I am lost with the lion of a departed March
To the warm breeze that would hold sway
I am aloof, cold, and ironed starch
Aloof
Though the sun shines down on a warm day
I am lost with the lion of a departed March
To the warm breeze that would hold sway
I am aloof, cold, and ironed starch
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
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