In Whitman's Hand
[Yet far sweeps your road]
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| ^Yet far sweeps your road path, O O your path stretches far Martial constellation! far sweeps your stretches far your journey ever adding group! |
|For O the prize I see at issue is the|
|All its ships and shores I see|
| interwoven with your threads,|
| spotted cloth flag ;|
|Dream'd again the flags of kings,|
| highest borne, to wave waft fly flaunt unrivall'd?|
|O destinedhasten blue and silver! O with sure and|
| steady step, passing highest flags|
| of kings.|
|Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty|
| symbol—run up above them|
|Dense starr'd bunting|
|O your path stretches far, martial|
|O to find your lazy seams, they|
| can turn and flap for carnage|
|O far, long, long your road,|
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- This manuscript was likely written in 1865.
- Editorial note
- This is a draft of the poem eventually titled "Thick-Sprinkled Bunting," first published under the title "Flag of stars, thick-sprinkled bunting" in Drum-Taps in 1865.
- On the verso is a letter draft, apparently to the editor of the New York Herald, asking that an accompanying "communication," now lost, be printed "to start a public demand for the general exchange of prisoners of war."
- The Star-Speckled Banner | Huntington Public Library: Treasures From Walt Whitman.
- Whitman Archive ID