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YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME by WALT WHITMAN

Poet Analysis

First Line: YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME ON WINTER-NEARING BOUGHS
Last Line: THE FAITHFULEST -- HARDIEST -- LAST.
Subject(s): ENVIRONMENT; TREES; ENVIRONMENTAL PROTECTION; ECOLOGY; CONSERVATION;
You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs,
And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row;
You tokens diminute and lorn -- (not now the flush of May,
or July clover-bloom -- no grain of August now;)
You pallid banner-staves -- you pennants valueless -- you
overstay'd of time,
Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest,
The faithfulest -- hardiest -- last.



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