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Song at Sunset


1 SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me! Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat—you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing. 2Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully praising things; Corroborating forever the triumph of things. 3Illustrious every one! Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnum- 
 ber spirits;
Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even  
 the tiniest insect;
Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the  
Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale  
 reflection on the new moon in the western sky!
Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the  
4Good in all, In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals, In the annual return of the seasons, In the hilarity of youth, In the strength and flush of manhood, In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age, In the superb vistas of Death. 5Wonderful to depart; Wonderful to be here! The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood, To breathe the air, how delicious! To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand!   [ begin page 30c ]ppp.00473.464.jpg To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- 
 color'd flesh,
To be conscious of my body, so happy, so large, To be this incredible God I am, To have gone forth among other Gods—those men  
 and women I love.
6Wonderful how I celebrate you and myself! How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles  
How the clouds pass silently overhead! How the earth darts on and on! and how the sun,  
 moon, stars, dart on and on!
How the water sports and sings! (Surely it is alive!) How the trees rise and stand up—with strong trunks  
 —with branches and leaves!
(Surely there is something more in each of the trees—  
 some living Soul.)
7O amazement of things! even the least particle! O spirituality of things! O strain musical, flowing through ages and continents  
 —now reaching me and America!
I take your strong chords—I intersperse them, and  
 cheerfully pass them forward.
8I too carol the sun, usher'd, or at noon, or, as now,  
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and  
 of all the growths of the earth,
I too have felt the resistless call of myself.
9As I sail'd down the Mississippi, As I wander'd over the prairies, As I have lived—As I have look'd through my win- 
 dows, my eyes,
As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light  
 breaking in the east;
  [ begin page 31c ]ppp.00473.465.jpg As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and  
 again on the beach of the Western Sea;
As I roam'd the streets of inland Chicago—whatever  
 streets I have roam'd;
Wherever I have been, I have charged myself with  
 contentment and triumph.
10I sing the Equalities; I sing the endless finalés of things; I say Nature continues—Glory continues; I praise with electric voice; For I do not see one imperfection in the universe; And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last  
 in the universe.
11O setting sun! though the time has come, I still warble under you, unmitigated adoration.
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