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power would suffer from the absence of those restraints which are to genius what its banks are to a river

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!

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

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

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

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

I see the long river-stripes of the earth; I see where the Mississippi flows—I see where the Columbia

flows; I see the Great River, and the Falls of Niagara; I see the Amazon and the Paraguay; I see the

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

F2 I have run through what any river or strait of the globe has run through; I have taken my stand on

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

sweet potato; Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prairies; Welcome the rich borders of rivers

gatherings, the characters and fun, Dwellers up north in Minnesota and by the Yellow- stone Yellowstone river—dwellers

sleepers of bridges, vast frameworks, girders, arches; Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake craft, river

like beads on my smallest sights and hearings—on the walk in the street, and the passage over the river

Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky so I felt; Just as any of you is one of a living

crowd, I was one of a crowd; Just as you are refresh'd by the gladness of the river and the bright flow

I too many and many a time cross'd the river, the sun half an hour high; I watched the Twelfth-month

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

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

Winds blow South, or winds blow North, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains

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

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

eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay- coast bay-coast on the main—the thirty thousand miles of river

noticed, myriads unnoticed, Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering; On interior rivers

planter's son returning after a long absence, joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse; On rivers

, atwixt the banks of the Arkansaw, the Rio Grande, the Nueces, the Brazos, the Tombigbee, the Red River

ness business —the houses of business of the ship-mer- chants 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

sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs, my companions. 7 O boating on the rivers

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

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

without eye-sight lingers a different living, and looks curiously on the corpse. 3 To think that the rivers

now President shall surely be buried. 4 Cold dash of waves at the ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

Missouri, praise nothing, in art, or aught else, Till it has breathed well the atmosphere of this river

spots, and you airs that swim above lightly, And all you essences of soil and growth—and you, O my rivers

the pale green leaves of the trees prolific; In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river

and 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

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

the sun is shining, & as I look out this morning on the Potomac, I see the ice is broke up, & the river

If sin hath slain mine honor, straight appears, The river of his tears, Wherein I find redemption: tenderly

It is pleasant here this forenoon—as I look out of my window, the river looks fine—there is a slight

Grande—friendly gatherings, the characters and fun, Dwellers up north in Minnesota and by the Yellow Stone River

by the big window I have mentioned several times in former letters—it is very pleasant indeed—the river

my desk—the air is very clear, & I can see a great distance over the Potomac off into Virginia—the river

Hafiz again, only drunk now with Catawba wine instead of the Saoma, and worshipping the Mississippi river

I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the

office, seated by the same old open window, where I can look out & have a splendid view of the Potomac river