Autumn Leaves

Whoever you are! how can I but offer you divine leaves, that you
also be eligible as I am?
How can I but as here chanting, invite you for yourself to collect
bouquets of the incomparable feuillage of these States?

Our Old Feuillage — by Walt Whitman (1819-1892)

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Written by theFerkel