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LEAVES OF GRASS </h1> <p> <br /> </p> <h2> By Walt Whitman </h2> <p> <br /><br /> </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on, Ever and ever yet the verses owning&mdash;as, first, I here and now Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name, Walt Whitman </pre> <p> <br /> <br /> </p> <hr /> <p> <br /> <br /> </p> <blockquote> <p class="toc"> <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0002"> One's-Self I Sing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0003"> As I Ponder'd in Silence </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0004"> In Cabin'd Ships at Sea </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0005"> To Foreign Lands </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0006"> To a Historian </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0007"> To Thee Old Cause </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0008"> Eidolons </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0009"> For Him I Sing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0010"> When I Read the Book </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0011"> Beginning My Studies </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0012"> Beginners </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0013"> To the States </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0014"> On Journeys Through the States </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0015"> To a Certain Cantatrice </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0016"> Me Imperturbe </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0017"> Savantism </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0018"> The Ship Starting </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0019"> I Hear America Singing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0020"> What Place Is Besieged? </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0021"> Still Though the One I Sing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0022"> Shut Not Your Doors </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0023"> Poets to Come </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0024"> To You </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0025"> Thou Reader </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0026"> <b>BOOK II.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0027"> <b>BOOK III.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0028"> <b>BOOK IV. CHILDREN OF ADAM</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0029"> From Pent-Up Aching Rivers </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0030"> I Sing the Body Electric </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0031"> A Woman Waits for Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0032"> Spontaneous Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0033"> One Hour to Madness and Joy </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0034"> Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0035"> Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0036"> We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0037"> O Hymen! O Hymenee! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0038"> I Am He That Aches with Love </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0039"> Native Moments </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0040"> Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0041"> I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0042"> Facing West from California's Shores </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0043"> As Adam Early in the Morning </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0044"> <b>BOOK V. CALAMUS</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0045"> Scented Herbage of My Breast </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0046"> Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0047"> For You, O Democracy </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0048"> These I Singing in Spring </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0049"> Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0050"> Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0051"> The Base of All Metaphysics </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0052"> Recorders Ages Hence </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0053"> When I Heard at the Close of the Day </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0054"> Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me? </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0055"> Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0056"> Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0057"> Trickle Drops </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0058"> City of Orgies </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0059"> Behold This Swarthy Face </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0060"> I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0061"> To a Stranger </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0062"> This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0063"> I Hear It Was Charged Against Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0064"> The Prairie-Grass Dividing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0065"> When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0066"> We Two Boys Together Clinging </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0067"> A Promise to California </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0068"> Here the Frailest Leaves of Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0069"> No Labor-Saving Machine </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0070"> A Glimpse </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0071"> A Leaf for Hand in Hand </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0072"> Earth, My Likeness </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0073"> I Dream'd in a Dream </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0074"> What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0075"> To the East and to the West </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0076"> Sometimes with One I Love </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0077"> To a Western Boy </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0078"> Fast Anchor'd Eternal O Love! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0079"> Among the Multitude </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0080"> O You Whom I Often and Silently Come </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0081"> That Shadow My Likeness </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0082"> Full of Life Now </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0083"> <b>BOOK VI.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0084"> <b>BOOK VII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0085"> <b>BOOK VIII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0086"> <b>BOOK IX.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0087"> <b>BOOK X.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0088"> <b>BOOK XI.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0089"> <b>BOOK XII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0090"> <b>BOOK XIII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0091"> <b>BOOK XIV.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0092"> <b>BOOK XV.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0093"> <b>BOOK XVI.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0094"> Youth, Day, Old Age and Night </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0095"> <b>BOOK XVII. BIRDS OF PASSAGE</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0096"> Pioneers! O Pioneers! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0097"> To You </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0098"> France [the 18th Year of these States </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0099"> Myself and Mine </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0100"> Year of Meteors [1859-60 </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0101"> With Antecedents </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0102"> <b>BOOK XVIII</b> </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0103"> <b>BOOK XIX. SEA-DRIFT</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0104"> As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0105"> Tears </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0106"> To the Man-of-War-Bird </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0107"> Aboard at a Ship's Helm </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0108"> On the Beach at Night </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0109"> The World below the Brine </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0110"> On the Beach at Night Alone </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0111"> Song for All Seas, All Ships </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0112"> Patroling Barnegat </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0113"> After the Sea-Ship </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0114"> <b>BOOK XX. BY THE ROADSIDE</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0115"> Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0116"> A Hand-Mirror </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0117"> Gods </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0118"> Germs </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0119"> Thoughts </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0120"> Perfections </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0121"> O Me! O Life! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0122"> To a President </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0123"> I Sit and Look Out </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0124"> To Rich Givers </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0125"> The Dalliance of the Eagles </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0126"> Roaming in Thought [After reading Hegel] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0127"> A Farm Picture </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0128"> A Child's Amaze </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0129"> The Runner </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0130"> Beautiful Women </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0131"> Mother and Babe </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0132"> Thought </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0133"> Visor'd </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0134"> Thought </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0135"> Gliding O'er all </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0136"> Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0137"> Thought </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0138"> To Old Age </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0139"> Locations and Times </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0140"> Offerings </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0141"> To The States [To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad] </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0142"> <b>BOOK XXI. DRUM-TAPS</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0143"> Eighteen Sixty-One </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0144"> Beat! Beat! Drums! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0145"> From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a Bird </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0146"> Song of the Banner at Daybreak </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0147"> Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0148"> Virginia&mdash;The West </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0149"> City of Ships </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0150"> The Centenarian's Story </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0151"> Cavalry Crossing a Ford </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0152"> Bivouac on a Mountain Side </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0153"> An Army Corps on the March </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0154"> By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0155"> Come Up from the Fields Father </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0156"> Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0157"> A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0158"> A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0159"> As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's Woods </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0160"> Not the Pilot </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0161"> Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0162"> The Wound-Dresser </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0163"> Long, Too Long America </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0164"> Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0165"> Dirge for Two Veterans </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0166"> Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0167"> I Saw Old General at Bay </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0168"> The Artilleryman's Vision </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0169"> Ethiopia Saluting the Colors </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0170"> Not Youth Pertains to Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0171"> Race of Veterans </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0172"> World Take Good Notice </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0173"> O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0174"> Look Down Fair Moon </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0175"> Reconciliation </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0176"> How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0177"> As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0178"> Delicate Cluster </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0179"> To a Certain Civilian </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0180"> Lo, Victress on the Peaks </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0181"> Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0182"> Adieu to a Soldier </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0183"> Turn O Libertad </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0184"> To the Leaven'd Soil They Trod </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0185"> <b>BOOK XXII. MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0186"> O Captain! My Captain! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0187"> Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865 </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0188"> This Dust Was Once the Man </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0189"> <b>BOOK XXIII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0190"> Reversals </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0191"> <b>BOOK XXIV. AUTUMN RIVULETS</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0192"> The Return of the Heroes </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0193"> There Was a Child Went Forth </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0194"> Old Ireland </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0195"> The City Dead-House </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0196"> This Compost </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0197"> To a Foil'd European Revolutionaire </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0198"> Unnamed Land </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0199"> Song of Prudence </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0200"> The Singer in the Prison </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0201"> Warble for Lilac-Time </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0202"> Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0203"> Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0204"> Vocalism </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0205"> To Him That Was Crucified </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0206"> You Felons on Trial in Courts </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0207"> Laws for Creations </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0208"> To a Common Prostitute </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0209"> I Was Looking a Long While </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0210"> Thought </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0211"> Miracles </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0212"> Sparkles from the Wheel </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0213"> To a Pupil </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0214"> Unfolded out of the Folds </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0215"> What Am I After All </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0216"> Kosmos </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0217"> Others May Praise What They Like </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0218"> Who Learns My Lesson Complete? </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0219"> Tests </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0220"> The Torch </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0221"> O Star of France [1870-71] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0222"> The Ox-Tamer </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0223"> Wandering at Morn </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0224"> With All Thy Gifts </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0225"> My Picture-Gallery </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0226"> The Prairie States </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0227"> <b>BOOK XXV.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0228"> <b>BOOK XXVI.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0229"> <b>BOOK XXVII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0230"> <b>BOOK XXVIII.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0231"> Transpositions </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0232"> <b>BOOK XXIX.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0233"> <b>BOOK XXX. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0234"> Whispers of Heavenly Death </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0235"> Chanting the Square Deific </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0236"> Of Him I Love Day and Night </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0237"> Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0238"> As If a Phantom Caress'd Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0239"> Assurances </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0240"> Quicksand Years </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0241"> That Music Always Round Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0242"> What Ship Puzzled at Sea </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0243"> A Noiseless Patient Spider </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0244"> O Living Always, Always Dying </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0245"> To One Shortly to Die </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0246"> Night on the Prairies </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0247"> Thought </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0248"> The Last Invocation </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0249"> As I Watch the Ploughman Ploughing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0250"> Pensive and Faltering </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0251"> <b>BOOK XXXI.</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0252"> A Paumanok Picture </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0253"> <b>BOOK XXXII. FROM NOON TO STARRY NIGHT</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0254"> Faces </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0255"> The Mystic Trumpeter </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0256"> To a Locomotive in Winter </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0257"> O Magnet-South </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0258"> Mannahatta </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0259"> All Is Truth </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0260"> A Riddle Song </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0261"> Excelsior </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0262"> Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0263"> Thoughts </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0264"> Mediums </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0265"> Weave in, My Hardy Life </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0266"> Spain, 1873-74 </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0267"> By Broad Potomac's Shore </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0268"> From Far Dakota's Canyons [June 25, 1876] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0269"> Old War-Dreams </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0270"> Thick-Sprinkled Bunting </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0271"> As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0272"> A Clear Midnight </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0273"> <b>BOOK XXXIII. SONGS OF PARTING</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0274"> Years of the Modern </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0275"> Ashes of Soldiers </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0276"> Thoughts </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0277"> Song at Sunset </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0278"> As at Thy Portals Also Death </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0279"> My Legacy </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0280"> Pensive on Her Dead Gazing </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0281"> Camps of Green </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0282"> The Sobbing of the Bells [Midnight, Sept. 19-20, 1881] </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0283"> As They Draw to a Close </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0284"> Joy, Shipmate, Joy! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0285"> The Untold Want </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0286"> Portals </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0287"> These Carols </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0288"> Now Finale to the Shore </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0289"> So Long! </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0290"> <b>BOOK XXXIV. SANDS AT SEVENTY</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0291"> Paumanok </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0292"> From Montauk Point </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0293"> To Those Who've Fail'd </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0294"> A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0295"> The Bravest Soldiers </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0296"> A Font of Type </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0297"> As I Sit Writing Here </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0298"> My Canary Bird </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0299"> Queries to My Seventieth Year </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0300"> The Wallabout Martyrs </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0301"> The First Dandelion </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0302"> America </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0303"> Memories </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0304"> To-Day and Thee </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0305"> After the Dazzle of Day </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0306"> Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809 </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0307"> Out of May's Shows Selected </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0308"> Halcyon Days </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0309"> Election Day, November, 1884 </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0310"> With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0311"> Death of General Grant </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0312"> Red Jacket (From Aloft) </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0313"> Washington's Monument February, 1885 </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0314"> Of That Blithe Throat of Thine </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0315"> Broadway </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0316"> To Get the Final Lilt of Songs </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0317"> Old Salt Kossabone </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0318"> The Dead Tenor </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0319"> Continuities </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0320"> Yonnondio </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0321"> Life </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0322"> "Going Somewhere" </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0323"> Small the Theme of My Chant </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0324"> True Conquerors </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0325"> The United States to Old World Critics </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0326"> The Calming Thought of All </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0327"> Thanks in Old Age </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0328"> Life and Death </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0329"> The Voice of the Rain </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0330"> Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0331"> While Not the Past Forgetting </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0332"> The Dying Veteran </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0333"> Stronger Lessons </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0334"> A Prairie Sunset </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0335"> Twenty Years </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0336"> Orange Buds by Mail from Florida </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0337"> Twilight </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0338"> You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0339"> Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0340"> The Dead Emperor </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0341"> As the Greek's Signal Flame </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0342"> The Dismantled Ship </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0343"> Now Precedent Songs, Farewell </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0344"> An Evening Lull </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0345"> Old Age's Lambent Peaks </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0346"> After the Supper and Talk </SPAN> </p> <p> <br /> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0347"> <b>BOOKXXXV. GOOD-BYE MY FANCY</b> </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0348"> Lingering Last Drops </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0349"> Good-Bye My Fancy </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0350"> On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0351"> MY 71st Year </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0352"> Apparitions </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0353"> The Pallid Wreath </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0354"> An Ended Day </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0355"> Old Age's Ship &amp; Crafty Death's </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0356"> To the Pending Year </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0357"> Shakspere-Bacon's Cipher </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0358"> Long, Long Hence </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0359"> Bravo, Paris Exposition! </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0360"> Interpolation Sounds </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0361"> To the Sun-Set Breeze </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0362"> Old Chants </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0363"> A Christmas Greeting </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0364"> Sounds of the Winter </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0365"> A Twilight Song </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0366"> When the Full-Grown Poet Came </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0367"> Osceola </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0368"> A Voice from Death </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0369"> A Persian Lesson </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0370"> The Commonplace </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0371"> "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete" </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0372"> Mirages </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0373"> L. of G.'s Purport </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0374"> The Unexpress'd </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0375"> Grand Is the Seen </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0376"> Unseen Buds </SPAN> </p> <p class="toc"> <SPAN href="#link2H_4_0377"> Good-Bye My Fancy! </SPAN> </p> </blockquote> <p> <br /> <br /> </p> <hr /> <p> <br /> <br /> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS </h2> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> One's-Self I Sing </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> One's-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing. Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> As I Ponder'd in Silence </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> As I ponder'd in silence, Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect, Terrible in beauty, age, and power, The genius of poets of old lands, As to me directing like flame its eyes, With finger pointing to many immortal songs, And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said, Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards? And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles, The making of perfect soldiers. Be it so, then I answer'd, I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any, Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering, (Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the field the world, For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul, Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles, I above all promote brave soldiers. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> In Cabin'd Ships at Sea </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> In cabin'd ships at sea, The boundless blue on every side expanding, With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves, Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine, Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails, She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night, By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read, In full rapport at last. Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts, Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said, The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet, We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion, The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables, The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm, The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here, And this is ocean's poem. Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny, You not a reminiscence of the land alone, You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith, Consort to every ship that sails, sail you! Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it here in every leaf;) Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the imperious waves, Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea, This song for mariners and all their ships. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> To Foreign Lands </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> I heard that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle the New World, And to define America, her athletic Democracy, Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> To a Historian </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> You who celebrate bygones, Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life that has exhibited itself, Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates, rulers and priests, I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself in his own rights, Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself, (the great pride of man in himself,) Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be, I project the history of the future. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> To Thee Old Cause </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> To thee old cause! Thou peerless, passionate, good cause, Thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea, Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands, After a strange sad war, great war for thee, (I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be really fought, for thee,) These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee. (A war O soldiers not for itself alone, Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.) Thou orb of many orbs! Thou seething principle! thou well-kept, latent germ! thou centre! Around the idea of thee the war revolving, With all its angry and vehement play of causes, (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,) These recitatives for thee,&mdash;my book and the war are one, Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee, As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself, Around the idea of thee. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Eidolons </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> I met a seer, Passing the hues and objects of the world, The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense, To glean eidolons. Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in, Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all, That of eidolons. Ever the dim beginning, Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle, Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,) Eidolons! eidolons! Ever the mutable, Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering, Ever the ateliers, the factories divine, Issuing eidolons. Lo, I or you, Or woman, man, or state, known or unknown, We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build, But really build eidolons. The ostent evanescent, The substance of an artist's mood or savan's studies long, Or warrior's, martyr's, hero's toils, To fashion his eidolon. Of every human life, (The units gather'd, posted, not a thought, emotion, deed, left out,) The whole or large or small summ'd, added up, In its eidolon. The old, old urge, Based on the ancient pinnacles, lo, newer, higher pinnacles, From science and the modern still impell'd, The old, old urge, eidolons. The present now and here, America's busy, teeming, intricate whirl, Of aggregate and segregate for only thence releasing, To-day's eidolons. These with the past, Of vanish'd lands, of all the reigns of kings across the sea, Old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors' voyages, Joining eidolons. Densities, growth, facades, Strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees, Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave, Eidolons everlasting. Exalte, rapt, ecstatic, The visible but their womb of birth, Of orbic tendencies to shape and shape and shape, The mighty earth-eidolon. All space, all time, (The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns, Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use,) Fill'd with eidolons only. The noiseless myriads, The infinite oceans where the rivers empty, The separate countless free identities, like eyesight, The true realities, eidolons. Not this the world, Nor these the universes, they the universes, Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life, Eidolons, eidolons. Beyond thy lectures learn'd professor, Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope observer keen, beyond all mathematics, Beyond the doctor's surgery, anatomy, beyond the chemist with his chemistry, The entities of entities, eidolons. Unfix'd yet fix'd, Ever shall be, ever have been and are, Sweeping the present to the infinite future, Eidolons, eidolons, eidolons. The prophet and the bard, Shall yet maintain themselves, in higher stages yet, Shall mediate to the Modern, to Democracy, interpret yet to them, God and eidolons. And thee my soul, Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations, Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to meet, Thy mates, eidolons. Thy body permanent, The body lurking there within thy body, The only purport of the form thou art, the real I myself, An image, an eidolon. Thy very songs not in thy songs, No special strains to sing, none for itself, But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating, A round full-orb'd eidolon. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> For Him I Sing </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> For him I sing, I raise the present on the past, (As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,) With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws, To make himself by them the law unto himself. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> When I Read the Book </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life? And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught of my life, Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life, Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections I seek for my own use to trace out here.) </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Beginning My Studies </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much, The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion, The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love, The first step I say awed me and pleas'd me so much, I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther, But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Beginners </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) How dear and dreadful they are to the earth, How they inure to themselves as much as to any&mdash;what a paradox appears their age, How people respond to them, yet know them not, How there is something relentless in their fate all times, How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and reward, And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same great purchase. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> To the States </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever afterward resumes its liberty. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> On Journeys Through the States </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> On journeys through the States we start, (Ay through the world, urged by these songs, Sailing henceforth to every land, to every sea,) We willing learners of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all. We have watch'd the seasons dispensing themselves and passing on, And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the seasons, and effuse as much? We dwell a while in every city and town, We pass through Kanada, the North-east, the vast valley of the Mississippi, and the Southern States, We confer on equal terms with each of the States, We make trial of ourselves and invite men and women to hear, We say to ourselves, Remember, fear not, be candid, promulge the body and the soul, Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic, And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return, And may be just as much as the seasons. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> To a Certain Cantatrice </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Here, take this gift, I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or general, One who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the progress and freedom of the race, Some brave confronter of despots, some daring rebel; But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Me Imperturbe </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things, Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they, Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less important than I thought, Me toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennessee, or far north or inland, A river man, or a man of the woods or of any farm-life of these States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada, Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies, To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Savantism </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated, Thither hours, months, years&mdash;thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most minute, Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates; Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant, As a father to his father going takes his children along with him. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> The Ship Starting </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Lo, the unbounded sea, On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even her moonsails. The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately&mdash; below emulous waves press forward, They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> I Hear America Singing </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day&mdash;at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> What Place Is Besieged? </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege? Lo, I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal, And with him horse and foot, and parks of artillery, And artillery-men, the deadliest that ever fired gun. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Still Though the One I Sing </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Still though the one I sing, (One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality, I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!) </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Shut Not Your Doors </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Shut not your doors to me proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring, Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect, But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Poets to Come </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for, But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me. I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future, I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness. I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face, Leaving it to you to prove and define it, Expecting the main things from you. </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> To You </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you? </pre> <p> <SPAN name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> <!-- H2 anchor --> </SPAN> </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> Thou Reader </h2> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I, Therefore for thee the following chants. </pre> <p>
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