Splendor of ended day,
Floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past.

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

- W. Whitman

Splendor of ended day,
Floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past.

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

- W. Whitman

Splendor of ended day,
Floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past.

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

- W. Whitman

Splendor of ended day,
Floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past.

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

- W. Whitman

Splendor of ended day,
Floating and filling me,
Hour prophetic, hour resuming the past.

Open mouth of my soul uttering gladness,
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection,
Natural life of me faithfully praising things,
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

- W. Whitman