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The mighty magic of light and air!

No wait!

Light and air

See Walt Whitman fragments at:

http://bailiwick.lib.uiowa.edu/whitman/specres22g.html

This one winds up:

Light and air!
Nothing ugly can be disgorged—

Nothing corrupt or dead set before them,
But it surely becomes translated or enclothed
Into supple youth or a dress of living richness
spring gushing out from under the roots of an old tree

barn-yard, pond, yellow jagged bank with white pebble stones
timothy, sassafras, grasshopper, pismire, rail-fence, rye,
oats, cucumbers musk-melons, pumpkin-vine,
long string of running blackberry—
regular sound of the cow crunching, crunching the grass—
the path worn in the grass—
katy-did, locust, tree-toad,
robin - wren -

It appears to never have been completed and published.
I liked "The mighty magic of light and air!"