... touched by the sun, measuring the sky, Passionately seen and yearned for by one poor little child, While others remain busy, or smartly talking, for ever teaching thrift, thrift; O you up there! O pennant! where you undulate like a snake, hissing so curious, Out of reach—an idea only—yet furiously fought for, risking bloody death—loved by me! So loved! O you banner, leading the day, with stars brought from the night! Valueless, object of eyes, over all and demanding all—O banner and pennant! I too leave ... — Poems By Walt Whitman • Walt Whitman
... this spring," he said, surveying his handiwork, which seemed to undulate as the cars swept past. "It runs to the cove—or ought to—" He stopped abruptly with a thoughtful ... — In Search of the Unknown • Robert W. Chambers
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