The master-songs are ended, and the man
That sang them is a name. And so is God
A name; and so is love, and life, and death,
And everything. But we, who are too blind
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Walt Whitman well deserved the generous praise which Robinson gave him in this poem. Whitman's songs are there forever-I agree.