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  • I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."

    Walt Whitman (2013). “Walt Whitman: Selected Poems 1855-1892”, p.125, St. Martin's Press