Yet Yet Ye Downcast Hours

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Yet Yet Ye Downcast Hours by Walt Whitman

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YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also; 
Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles! 
Earth to a chamber of mourning turns—I hear the o’erweening, mocking voice, 
Matter is conqueror—matter, triumphant only, continues onward. 

2
Despairing cries float ceaselessly toward me,
The call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarm’d, uncertain, 
The Sea I am quickly to sail, come tell me, 
Come tell me where I am speeding—tell me my destination. 

3
I understand your anguish, but I cannot help you, 
I approach, hear, behold—the sad mouth, the look out of the eyes, your mute inquiry,
Whither I go from the bed I recline on, come tell me: 
Old age, alarm’d, uncertain—A young woman’s voice, appealing to me for
 comfort; 
A young man’s voice, Shall I not escape?

Form: Free verse

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