Quicksand Years

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Title:     Quicksand Years
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither,

Your schemes, politics, fail, lines give way, substances mock and elude me,

Only the theme I sing, the great and strong-possess'd soul, eludes not,

One's-self must never give way--that is the final substance--that out of all is sure,

Out of politics, triumphs, battles, life, what at last finally remains?

When shows break up what but One's-Self is sure?

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: Quicksand Years

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