Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine
I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine;
I too walk'd the streets of Manhattan Island, and bathed in the waters around it; I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within me, In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they came upon me, In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed, they came upon me.
86. Crossing Brooklyn Ferry. Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass
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