Longings for Home.
Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.
LONGINGS FOR HOME.
O MAGNET-SOUTH! O glistening, perfumed South! MySouth! O quick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good
and evil! O all dear to me! O dear to me my birth-things—All moving things, and
the trees where I was born—the grains, plants,
rivers; Dear to me my own slow sluggish rivers where they
flow, distant, over flats of silvery sands, or
through swamps; Dear to me the Roanoke, the Savannah, the Altamahaw,
the Pedee, the Tombigbee, the Santee, the Coosa,
and the Sabine; O pensive, far away wandering, I return with my Soul
to haunt their banks again; Again in Florida I float on transparent lakes—I float
on the Okeechobee—I cross the hummock land,
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I see the parrots in the woods—I see the papaw tree and the blossoming titi; Again, sailing in my coaster, on deck, I coast off
Georgia—I coast up the Carolinas, I see where the live-oak is growing—I see where the
yellow-pine, the scented bay-tree, the lemon and
orange, the cypress, the graceful palmetto; I pass rude sea-headlands and enter Pamlico Sound
through an inlet, and dart my vision inland; O the cotton plant! the growing fields of rice, sugar,
hemp! The cactus, guarded with thorns—the laurel-tree, with
large white flowers; The range afar—the richness and barrenness—the old
woods charged with mistletoe and training moss, The piney odor and the gloom—the awful natural still-
ness, (Here in these dense swamps the freebooter
carries his gun, and the fugitive slave has his
conceal'd hut;) O the strange fascination of these half-known, half-
impassable swamps, infested by reptiles, resound-
ing with the bellow of the alligator, the sad
noises of the night-owl and the wild cat, and the
whirr of the rattlesnake; The mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing all the
forenoon—singing through the moon-lit night, The humming-bird, the wild turkey, the raccoon, the
opossum; A Tennessee corn-field—the tall, graceful, long-leav'd
corn—slender, flapping, bright green, with tas-
sels—with beautiful ears, each well-sheath'd in
its husk; An Arkansas prairie—a sleeping lake, or still bayou; O my heart! O tender and fierce pangs—I can stand
them not—I will depart; O to be a Virginian, where I grew up! O to be a Caro-
linian! O longings irrepressible! O I will go back to old Ten-
nessee, and never wander more!
Part of the cluster LEAVES OF GRASS.