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  Dear Walt Whitman

As I sat in the evening reading your poems I felt a strong desire to tell you how much you are to me and how much more you will be in the future. It seems that I find   new and grander meanings in your words each time I read them. They open up vistas.

I know that things that troubled me formerly will have power to vex me no longer, I will be at ease, with you for my friend, I will commune with you more frequently.

If I could I would clasp your hand and tell   you that I felt your physical weakness and suffering. I send this line straight from me to you to tell you that I love you.

Isabel Yeomans Brown.   To Mildred & Frank Bain Nov 1911 | Here's a beautiful letter written W. wh he was on his death bed by one of your own countrywomen. Horace Traubel I read this letter aloud to W.W. myself the day it came