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  "year": 1888,
  "venue": "November Boughs (Philadelphia: David McKay, 1888)",
  "note": "Printed in “Sands at Seventy,” the verse section of November Boughs, and gathered into Leaves of Grass as the First Annex in 1891–92, which is the arrangement the corpus text follows. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established.",
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  "rights": "public domain (SE dedication; underlying text pre-1931)"
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    "text": "Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I’ll mind the lesson, solitary bird⁠—let me too welcome chilling drifts,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "E’en the profoundest chill, as now⁠—a torpid pulse, a brain unnerv’d,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Old age land-lock’d within its winter bay⁠—(cold, cold, O cold!)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet,",
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   {
    "text": "For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to the last;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Not summer’s zones alone⁠—not chants of youth, or south’s warm tides alone,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "But held by sluggish floes, pack’d in the northern ice, the cumulus of years,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "These with gay heart I also sing.",
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