Today’s literary quote of the day is from Walt Whitman‘s When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d (Memories of President Lincoln):
O powerful western fallen star!
O shades of night – O moody, tearful night!
O great star disappear’d – O the black murk that hides the star!
O cruel hands that hold me powerless – O helpless soul of me!
O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
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