Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour

A poem by Walt Whitman

Hast never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims--books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?

Reader Comments

Tell us what you think of 'Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour' by Walt Whitman

comments powered by Disqus

Home | Search | About this website | Contact | Privacy Policy