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[Out from Behind This Mask]Reprinted as "Out from Behind This Mask: To confront My Portrait, illustrating
[Come, said my Soul]According to the Comprehensive Reader's Edition of Leaves of Grass, this poem appeared
Two Rivulets" section of Two Rivulets (1876).; Reprinted as "Out from Behind This Mask: To confront My
.; An earlier version of this poem entitled "My Departure" appeared in the Long Island Democrat, 23 October
Grass (1871-72).; This poem later appeared as "Calamus No. 40," Leaves of Grass (1860); as "That Shadow My
November 1878 and as "To the Man-of-War-Bird" in Leaves of Grass (1881–82).; Reprinted in Good-Bye My
Revised and reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).; This poem was reprinted in the Critic, 16 (24 May
"; Reprinted in Good-bye My Fancy (1891).
.; Reprinted as "Interpolation Sounds" in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
"My child!" she cried, in uncontrollable agony, "O! my child!"
This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," first appeared, with minor differences, in
first sentence was revised further for publication as "Little Jane:" in "The Reformed," it reads "'My
she cried, in uncontrollable agony, 'my child! you die!'" Then there was silence awhile.
.; This sentence and the preceding one, beginning "My child," first appeared, with minor differences,
first sentence was revised further for publication as "Little Jane:" in "The Reformed," it reads "'My
she cried, in uncontrollable agony, 'my child! you die!'"
"Come, Said My Soul" was reprinted in the New York Daily Tribune, 19 February 1876, and on the title
so, Poet-Prophet Beside your song, Rising to join it, a new chant: —the chant of the anxious soul of my
He had not heard Whitman's advice in "Song of Myself" that "he most honors my style who learns under
In Lincoln Whitman incarnated his concept of the "redeemer" of the Americans, of the "captain," of the
.; Reprinted as "Out from Behind This Mask: To confront My Portrait, illustrating 'the Wound-Dresser,
In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, Whitman famously wrote, "I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and
loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass" ( Leaves of Grass [Brooklyn: n.p., 1855]
In the 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, Whitman famously wrote, "I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and
loafe at my ease . . . . observing a spear of summer grass" (Leaves of Grass [Brooklyn: n.p., 1855],
.; Reprinted in Good-Bye My Fancy (1891).
.; This poem later appeared as "Calamus No. 40," Leaves of Grass (1860); as "That Shadow My Likeness,
Venice : "SHYLOCK: 'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft / In the Rialto you have rated me / About my
moneys and my usances: / Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, / For sufferance is the badge of
of Venice: "SHYLOCK: 'Signior Antonio, many a time and oft / In the Rialto you have rated me / About my
moneys and my usances: / Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, / For sufferance is the badge of
To My Soul TO MY SOUL.
The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
Then all may arrive to but this; The glances of my eyes, that swept the daylight, The unspeakable love
I interchanged with women, My joys in the open air—my walks through the Man- nahatta Manahatta , The
of my mouth, rude, ignorant, arrogant— my many faults and derelictions, 38* The light touches, on my
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
Thou knowest my years entire, my life, My long and crowded life of active work, not adoration merely;
Thou knowest the prayers and vigils of my youth, Thou knowest my manhood's solemn and visionary meditations
All my emprises have been fill'd with Thee, My speculations, plans, begun and carried on in thoughts
, I yield my ships to Thee.
My hands, my limbs grow nerveless, My brain feels rack'd, bewilder'd, Let the old timbers part, I will
The circumstances of my family were easy; I received a good education, was intended by my father for
The eldest was my favorite.
I kept a box of my own, and frequently attended, often giving my family permission also to be present
My blood curdled as I saw there an image of the form of my son—my cruelly treated Luke—but oh, how ghastly
I clapped my hands to my ears, to keep out the appalling sounds that seemed to freeze my very blood.
Covering all my lands—all my seashores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
My sacred one, my mother.
Covering all my lands—all my seashores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty—ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty!
My sacred one, my mother.
Covering all my lands! all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death!
Ah my silvery beauty! ah my woolly white and crim- son crimson !
Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty! My sacred one, my mother.
My children and grand-children—my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long
stretch of my life.
is my mind!
O the real life of my senses and flesh, transcending my senses and flesh; O my body, done with materials—my
O to have my life henceforth my poem of joys!
My children and grand-children—my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the long
stretch of my life.
is my mind!
O the real life of my senses and flesh, transcending my senses and flesh; O my body, done with materials—my
O to have my life henceforth my poem of joys!
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle, Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed, Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my
chin in my hands, Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade—not a tear
, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier, As onward silently
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle, Till late in the night reliev'd to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh, long, long I gazed, Then on the earth partially reclining sat by your side leaning my
chin in my hands, Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you dearest comrade—not a tear
, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son and my soldier, As onward silently
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night: When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle; Till late in the night reliev'd, to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh—Long, long I gazed; Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my
chin in my hands; Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you, dearest comrade—Not a tear
, not a word; Vigil of silence, love and death—vigil for you, my son and my soldier, As onward silently
VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night, When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day
battle, the even-contested battle; Till late in the night reliev'd, to the place at last again I made my
long-drawn sigh—Long, long I gazed; Then on the earth partially reclining, sat by your side, leaning my
chin in my hands; Passing sweet hours, immortal and mystic hours with you, dearest comrade—Not a tear
, not a word; Vigil of silence, love and death—vigil for you, my son and my soldier, As onward silently
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in
those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, Not in my wilful and savage
soul's volition, Not in the subtle nourishment of the air, Not in this beating and pounding at my temples
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only, Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself, Not in
those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs, Not in many an oath and promise broken, Not in my wilful and savage
soul's volition, Not in the subtle nourishment of the air, Not in this beating and pounding at my temples
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself any more than in these songs.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only. NOT HEAVING FROM MY RIBB'D BREAST ONLY.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not
in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not in many an oath and promise broken; Not in my wilful and
savage soul's volition; Not in the subtle nourishment of the air; Not in this beating and pounding at my
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.
Not Heaving From My Ribb'd Breast Only Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast only.
NOT heaving from my ribb'd breast only; Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself; Not
in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs; Not in many an oath and promise broken; Not in my wilful and
savage soul's volition; Not in the subtle nourishment of the air; Not in this beating and pounding at my
O pulse of my life! Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.
"They met—this man and my sister.
My sister fell!
"One day my sister was missing.
He accepted my challenge.
I was blinded by my hate for my sister's betrayer.
earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom, And you streams absorb them well,
, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
darlings, give my immortal heroes, Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.
earth, she cried, I charge you lose not my sons, lose not an atom, And you streams absorb them well,
, and you airs that swim above lightly impalpable, And all you essences of soil and growth, and you my
, And you trees down in your roots to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb or South or North—my
darlings, give my immortal heroes, Exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.
earth, she cried—I charge you, lose not my sons!
local spots, and you airs that swim above lightly, And all you essences of soil and growth—and you, O my
; And you trees, down in your roots, to bequeath to all future trees, My dead absorb—my young men's beautiful
darlings—give my immortal heroes; Exhale me them centuries hence—breathe me their breath—let not an
O my dead, an aroma sweet! Exhale them perennial, sweet death, years, centuries hence.
O I cruise my old cruise again!
My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the
long stretch of my life.
my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me
this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally
O I cruise my old cruise again!
My children and grand-children, my white hair and beard, My largeness, calmness, majesty, out of the
long stretch of my life.
my senses and flesh, My body done with materials, my sight done with my material eyes, Proved to me
this day beyond cavil that it is not my material eyes which finally see, Nor my material body which finally
ONE breath, O my silent soul, A perfum'd thought—no more I ask, for the sake of all dead soldiers.
Buglers off in my armies!
At present I ask not you to sound; Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited horses, With
Invisible to the rest, henceforth become my compan- ions companions ; Follow me ever!
Perfume therefore my chant, O love! immortal Love!
—A dusky mist spread itself before my eyes.
I wandered far, far away from my then and there existence.
scenes long since past, and faces that may never more greet my view.
—I saw every particular tree, and hill, and field, my old haunts.
—This is what I dread: for I have not enjoyed my young time.
My employer, Mr.
Andrews, had become so well satisfied with my performance of my duties, that he advanced me somewhat
above my original situation.
my duties during the day.
of my employer's honesty.
And the gentle creature blushes at my protestations of love, and leans her cheek upon my neck.
"My brother, thus have I lived my life. Your look asks me if I have been happy.
"My brother, a maiden's tears washed my stern resolves away.
Various fortune followed my path.
But I can lay my hand upon my heart, and thank the Great Master, that the sunshine has been far oftener
Good-Bye My Fancy! GOOD-BYE MY FANCY! GOOD-BYE my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love!
going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my
Now for my last—let me look back a moment; The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me, Exit, nightfall
—now separation—Good-bye my Fancy.
my Fancy.
As I approached my nineteenth year, my uncle, who was an honest and worthy man, evidently felt that he
money, which I felt sure he must have cramped himself to bestow on me, I made my adieus to my aunt and
sorrowful cousins, and went my way.
city where I was to take up my abode.
Yes, here I had come to seek my fortune!
Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me NOT MY ENEMIES EVER INVADE ME.
NOT my enemies ever invade me—no harm to my pride from them I fear; But the lovers I recklessly love—lo
me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be thou my
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
and wondrous, Or some fair shape I viewing, worship, Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night, Be ye my
LOVER divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my God.
Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be thou my
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my God.
All great ideas, the races' aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my Gods.
and wondrous, Or some fair shape I viewing, worship, Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night, Be ye my
That Shadow, My Likeness. That Shadow, my Likeness.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; —But in these, and among my
lovers, and caroling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
That Shadow, My Likeness THAT SHADOW, MY LIKENESS.
THAT shadow, my likeness, that goes to and fro, seek- ing seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering
it where it flits; How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But in these, and among my
lovers, and carolling my songs, O I never doubt whether that is really me.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
do I not see my love fluttering out among the breakers?
Loud I call to you, my love!
who I am, my love.
Hither my love! Here I am! here!
But my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, And my head on the pillow rests
at home, and the mys- tic mystic midnight passes, And through the stillness, through the dark, I hear
, just hear, the breath of my infant, There in the room, as I wake from sleep, this vision presses upon
with eager calls, and orders of officers; While from some distant part of the field the wind wafts to my
or near, (rousing, even in dreams, a devilish exultation, and all the old mad joy, in the depths of my
—She was as solemn and sour as the spinster, and upon my mentioning my business, gave me to understand
, but my friend of the day before, the antiquary.
What that may be, will depend a good deal upon my luck.
"I am determined to do my best.
I carefully deposited it in my breast pocket, and with a lighter step wended on to my new boarding-house
"My own fancy, Evans," he answered, "my own whim, perhaps. But we are not strangers.
I shall give his story in my own words.
My constitution, notwithstanding the heavy draughts made upon its powers by my youthful dissipations,
I allude to my old friend, Colby.
My country relations were not forgotten by me in my good fortune.