Resurgemus
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RESURGEMUS.
SUDDENLY, out of its state and drowsy air, theair of slaves, Like lightning Europe le'pt forth, Sombre, superb and terrible, As Ahimoth, brother of Death. God, 'twas delicious! That brief, tight, glorious grip Upon the throats of kings. You liars paid to defile the People, Mark you now: Not for numberless agonies, murders, lusts, For court thieving in its manifold mean forms, Worming from his simplicity the poor man's wages; For many a promise sworn by royal lips And broken, and laughed at in the breaking; Then, in their power, not for all these, Did a blow fall in personal revenge, Or a hair draggle in blood: The People scorned the ferocity of kings. But the sweetness of mercy brewed bitter de-
struction, And frightened rulers come back: Each comes in state, with his train, Hangman, priest, and tax-gatherer, Soldier, lawyer, and sycophant; An appalling procession of locusts, And the king struts grandly again. Yet behind all, lo, a Shape Vague as the night, draped interminably, Head, front and form, in scarlet folds; Whose face and eyes none may see, Out of its robes only this, The red robes, lifted by the arm, One finger pointed high over the top, Like the head of a snake appears. Meanwhile, corpses lie in new-made graves, Bloody corpses of young men; The rope of the gibbet hangs heavily, The bullets of tyrants are flying, The creatures of power laugh aloud: And all these things bear fruits, and they are good. Those corpses of young men, Those martyrs that hang from the gibbets, Those hearts pierced by the grey lead, Cold and motionless as they seem, Live elsewhere with undying vitality; They live in other young men, O, kings, They live in brothers, again ready to defy you; They were purified by death, They were taught and exalted. Not a grave of those slaughtered ones, But is growing its seed of freedom, In its turn to bear seed, Which the winds shall carry afar and resow, And the rain nourish. Not a disembodied spirit Can the weapon of tyrants let loose, But it shall stalk invisibly over the earth, Whispering, counseling, cautioning. Liberty, let others despair of thee, But I will never despair of thee: Is the house shut? Is the master away? Nevertheless, be ready, be not weary of watching, He will surely return; his messengers come anon. WALTER WHITMAN.