Leaves of GrassWalt Whitman
poetry · Item 1487
A reason to turn the page
I'd bring blossoms and branches green to coffins—singing to you, sane and sacred death.
Discovery 3 of 157 (Nor for you, for one alone, Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring, For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane and sacred death.