In Whitman's Hand


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Title: Ah, not this granite dead and cold

Creator: Walt Whitman

Date: February 1885

Whitman Archive ID: pml.00001

Source: The Pierpont Morgan Library, New York. Transcribed from digital images of the original. For a description of the editorial rationale behind our treatment of manuscripts, see our statement of editorial policy.

Editorial note: "Ah, Not This Granite Dead and Cold" was published first on February 22, 1885, in the Philadelphia Press. The poem was ultimately titled "Washington's Monument, February 22, 1885." This manuscript was probably written in February 1885, shortly before the poem was published. The verso image of this manuscript is currently unavailable.

Contributors to digital file: Andrew Jewell, Kenneth Price, Brett Barney, Nicole Gray, Nick Krauter, and Amanda Gailey

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Beyond this Ah, not this granite dead and cold.

Beyond this Ah not theis granite dead and cold,

Far, far far from this base and shaft expanding—the
round zones circling, comprehending,

No lurid fame exceptional, nor monstrous intellect, nor conquest's dominations c

Thou, Washington, aret ^all the world's, humanity's freedom's
Freedom's, Law's, —not yours alone, America

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Thy fame, (no lurid fame exceptional, for the nor
intellect, nor conquest's domination,)

By deathless waves of emanation the race's
common ownership,

Europe's, ^as well, in castle or in cot laborer's cot—the
Arab's in his tent—the African's,

Old Asia's there with venerable smile seated
amid the past,

(Greets the antique the hero new? 'tis but the
same—the eternal heart and arm—the
heir legitimate

Courage, alertness, patience, hope, the same—
e'en in defeat defeated not, the same;)

No lurid fame exceptional, nor monstrous intellect, nor conquest's domination;)

Through teeming cities' streets, indoors or out,
factories or farms,

Where'er ship sails, or house is built on land,
or night or day,

Now, or to come, or past—where patriot
bra wills existed or exist

Wherever Freedom, pois'd by toleration, sway'd by Law,

Rising or risen, of thee are monuments there are is thy monumentst.


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