Leaves of GrassWalt Whitman
poetry · Item 1490
A reason to turn the page
A single luminous star holds him back—what small light has ever made you linger at a farewell?
Discovery 10 of 159 Sing on there in the swamp, O singer bashful and tender, I hear your notes, I hear your call, I hear, I come presently, I understand you, But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain’d me, The star my departing comrade holds and detains me.