Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning (Poem by Walter Whitman)

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Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
By Walter Whitman


Last of ebb, and daylight waning,
Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,
With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
Many a muffled confession — many a sob and whisper’d word,
As of speakers far or hid.

How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!
Poets unnamed — artists greatest of any, with cherish’d lost designs,
Love’s unresponse — a chorus of age’s complaints — hope’s last words,
Some suicide’s despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and never again return.

On to oblivion then!
On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
On for your time, ye furious debouche!

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