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GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmowd grass grows;
Give me an arbor, give me the trellisd grape;
Give me fresh corn and wheatgive me serene-moving animals, teaching content; 5
Give me nights perfectly quiet, as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars;
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers, where I can walk undisturbd;
Give me for marriage a sweet-breathd woman, of whom I should never tire;
Give me a perfect childgive me, away, aside from the noise of the world, a rural, domestic life;
Give me to warble spontaneous songs, relievd, recluse by myself, for my own ears only; 10
Give me solitudegive me Naturegive me again, O Nature, your primal sanities!
These, demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement, and rackd by the war-strife)

Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass.