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Still Though the One I Sing Still though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made) I dedicate to Nationality, I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!) Poet: Walt Whitman	What Though the Green Leaf Grow? What though the green leaf grow? ’T will last a month and day; In all sweet flowers that blow Lurks Death, his slave Decay. But if my lady smile There is no Death at all; The world is fair the while,— What though the red leaf fall... Poet: Maybury Fleming	It ceased to hurt me, though so slow It ceased to hurt me, though so slow I could not feel the Anguish go — But only knew by looking back — That something — had benumbed the Track — Nor when it altered, I could say, For I had worn it, every day,... Poet:	Our own possessions — though our own — Our own possessions — though our own — 'Tis well to hoard anew — Remembering the Dimensions Of Possibility. Poet:
Though the great Waters sleep, Though the great Waters sleep, That they are still the Deep, We cannot doubt — No vacillating God Ignited this Abode To put it out — Poet: