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full-blooded, six feet high, a good feeder, never once using medicine, drinking water only— a swimmer in the river

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?

four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl; I see where the

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

spirit responds to his country's spirit . . . . he incarnates its geography and natural life and rivers

and sea, the animals fishes and birds, the sky of heaven and the orbs, the forests mountains and rivers

toward dusk near the cottonwood or pekantrees, The coon-seekers go now through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!

trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand . . . . hauling my boat down the shallow river

streets and public halls . . . . coming naked to me at night, Crying by day Ahoy from the rocks of the river

To think that the rivers will come to flow, and the snow fall, and fruits ripen . . and act upon others

Cold dash of waves at the ferrywharf, Posh and ice in the river . . . . half-frozen mud in the streets

native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces, Iron works, forge-fires in the mountains, or by the river-banks—men

crowding from all directions—from the Altay mountains, From Thibet—from the four winding and far-flowing rivers

wharves—the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset— the river

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

pass through the city, and embark from the wharves; (How good they look, as they tramp down to the river

descending the Alleghanies; Or down from the great lakes, or in Pennsylvania, or on deck along the Ohio river

; Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top, Saw I

forts appear again, the old hoop'd guns are mounted; I see the lines of rais'd earth stretching from river

I saw him at the river-side, Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar- cation embarcation

story, and send it eastward and west- ward westward ; I must preserve that look, as it beam'd on you, rivers

I perceive you are more valuable than your owners supposed; Ah, river!

take a serpentine course—their arms flash in the sun—Hark to the musical clank; Behold the silvery river—in

baffled; Not the path-finder, penetrating inland, weary and long, By deserts parch'd, snows-chill'd, rivers

like a swift running river, they fade; Pass and are gone, they fade—I dwell not on soldiers' perils or

merits demerits , Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, Making its rivers

of families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air—I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers

7 We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines within;

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

the jobbers' houses of business —the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets

, and the sail- ing sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river

years—after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness; After treading ground and breasting river

brown and spreading land, and the mines below, are ours; And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers

These shows of the east and west are tame, compared to you; These immense meadows—these interminable rivers

journeying to live and sing there; Of the Western Sea—of the spread inland between it and the spinal river

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd

The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2 I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers

huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sun- set sunset —the river

These shows of the east and west are tame compared to you; These immense meadows—these interminable rivers

friendship, procreation, prudence, and naked- ness nakedness ; After treading ground and breasting river

journeying to live and sing there; Of the Western Sea—of the spread inland between it and the spinal river

the huge crossing at the ferries; The village on the highland seen from afar at sunset . . . . the river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

What rivers are these? What forests and fruits are these?

Flow on, river! Flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide!

Bring your freight, bring your shows, ample and sufficient rivers!

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

recitations, amusements, will then not be disregarded, any more than our perennial fields, mines, rivers

near the cot- ton-wood cotton-wood or pekan-trees, Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase, Scorched ankle-deep by the hot sand, hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd

The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body, The circling rivers

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft

comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. 2 I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers

subordinate;) Me toward the Mexican Sea, or in the Mannahatta, or the Tennessee, or far north, or inland, A river

wharves—the huge crossing at the ferries, The village on the highland, seen from afar at sunset— the river

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

pass through the city, and embark from the wharves; (How good they look, as they tramp down to the river

; Or southward along the Tennessee or Cumberland rivers, or at Chattanooga on the mountain top, Saw I

I saw him at the river-side, Down by the ferry, lit by torches, hastening the embar- cation embarcation

I perceive you are more valuable than your owners supposed; Ah, river!

like a swift running river, they fade; Pass and are gone, they fade—I dwell not on soldiers' perils or

merits demerits , Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him, Making its rivers

of families, I have read these leaves to myself in the open air—I have tried them by trees, stars, rivers

7 We primeval forests felling, We the rivers stemming, vexing we, and piercing deep the mines within;

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

the jobbers' houses of business —the houses of business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers—the river-streets

, and the sail- ing sailing clouds aloft; The winter snows, the sleigh-bells—the broken ice in the river

years—after chastity, friendship, procreation, prudence, and nakedness; After treading ground and breasting river

brown and spreading land, and the mines below, are ours; And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers

These shows of the east and west are tame, compared to you; These immense meadows—these interminable rivers

journeying to live and sing there; Of the Western Sea—of the spread inland between it and the spinal river

your own shape and countenance—persons, sub- stances substances , beasts, the trees, the running rivers

Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me—and I yet with any of them; Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river—yet

dusk, near the cotton- wood cottonwood or pekan-trees; Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

the trees of a new purchase; Scorch'd ankle-deep by the hot sand—hauling my boat down the shallow river

from the rocks of the river— swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines

From Pent-Up Aching Rivers. FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

FROM pent-up, aching rivers; From that of myself, without which I were nothing; From what I am determin'd

Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river!

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?

I see the four great rivers of China, the Amour, the Yellow River, the Yiang-tse, and the Pearl; I see

Let books take the place of trees, animals, rivers, clouds!

What rivers are these? What forests and fruits are these?

I see the long thick river-stripes of the earth, I see where the Mississippi flows, I see where the Columbia

winds, I think, you waters, I have fingered every shore with you, I think I have run through what any river

vast native thoughts looking through smutch'd faces, Iron-works, forge-fires in the mountains or by river-banks