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the air I breathed froze me; A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me; Must I change my
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
AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering; Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
the unknown soldier's grave—comes the inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
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!
love, spit their salutes; When the fire-flashing guns have fully alerted me— when heaven-clouds canopy my
See, my cantabile!
For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant; I am the chanter—I chant aloud over the
pageant; I chant the world on my Western Sea; I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in
chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands; I chant my
might afterward lose you. 2 (Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; Return in peace to the ocean my
love; I too am part of that ocean, my love—we are not so much separated; Behold the great rondure—the
space—know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the land, Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my
—at last I accept your terms; Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams, And of me,
Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE. WEAVE in!
weave in, my hardy life!
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 harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul!
And what shall my perfume be, for the grave of him I love?
O wild and loose to my soul! O wondrous singer!
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, As to long panoramas of visions. 18 I saw the vision
Must I pass from my song for thee; From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, com- muning communing
O Captain! My Captain! O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! 1 O CAPTAIN! my captain!
Leave you not the little spot, Where on the deck my captain lies.
Fallen cold and dead. 2 O captain! my captain!
This arm I push beneath you; It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead. 3 My captain
But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet
steps keep time: —Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day; Touch my
mouth, ere you depart—press my lips close!
Let them scorch and blister out of my chants, when you are gone; Let them identify you to the future
dear brothers' and sisters' sake—for the soul's sake; Wending my way through the homes of men, rich
children—with fresh and sane words, mine only; Young and strong I pass, knowing well I am destin'd my
- self myself to an early death: But my Charity has no death—my Wisdom dies not, neither early nor late
, And my sweet Love, bequeath'd here and elsewhere, never dies. 3 Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt
side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time, nor change, shall ever change me or my words.
Italian tenor, singing at the opera—I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; …Heart of my
—you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of the wrists around my head; Heard the pulse of you, when
all was still, ringing little bells last night under my ear.
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!
(For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes—the old, the incessant war?)
painful and choked articulations—you mean- nesses meannesses ; You shallow tongue-talks at tables, (my
You broken resolutions, you racking angers, you smother'd ennuis; Ah, think not you finally triumph—My
As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap, Camerado AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP, CAMERADO.
AS I lay with my head in your lap, camerado, The confession I made I resume—what I said to you and the
open air I resume: I know I am restless, and make others so; I know my words are weapons, full of danger
O my soldiers twain! O my veterans, passing to burial!
have I also give you. 9 The moon gives you light, And the bugles and the drums give you music; And my
heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, My heart gives you love.
glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend, whoever you are;) How solemn the thought of my
the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, and ever again, this soil'd world: …For my
where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin—I draw near; I bend down and touch lightly with my
trod, calling, I sing, for the last; (Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my
vistas beyond— to the south and the north; To the leaven'd soil of the general western world, to attest my
Northern ice and rain, that began me, nourish me to the end; But the hot sun of the South is to ripen my
For that we live, my brethren—that is the mission of Poets.
Have you studied out my land, its idioms and men?
What is this you bring my America? Is it uniform with my country?
rapt song, my charm—mock me not!
You, by my charm, I invoke!
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
good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my
arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs
cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendez- vous rendezvous with my
SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance
it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not indispensable to my
FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she
O Manhattan, my own, my peerless! O strongest you in the hour of danger, in crisis!
Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady
Nothing my babe you see in the sky, And nothing at all to you it says—but look you my babe, Look at these
now the hal- yards halyards have rais'd it, Side of my banner broad and blue, side of my starry banner
Eastern shore, and my Western shore the same, And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi
with bends and chutes, And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri, The
My limbs, my veins dilate, my theme is clear at last, Banner so broad advancing out of the night, I sing
FATHOMLESS DEEPS. 1 RISE O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep, Long for my
O wild as my heart, and powerful!)
you have done me good, My soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment, Long
had I walk'd my cities, my country roads through farms, only half satisfied, One doubt nauseous undulating
like a snake, crawl'd on the ground before me, Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft,
voice speaking, As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my
yours—yet peace no more, In peace I chanted peace, but now the drum of war is mine, War, red war is my
Why do you tremble and clutch my hand so convulsively?
Aye, this is the ground, My blind eyes even as I speak behold it re-peopled from graves, The years recede
That and here my General's first battle, No women looking on nor sunshine to bask in, it did not conclude
I saw him at the river-side, Down by the ferry lit by torches, hastening the embarcation; My General
But when my General pass'd me, As he stood in his boat and look'd toward the coming sun, I saw something
the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my
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
smoke, By these, crowds, groups of forms vaguely I see on the floor, some in the pews laid down, At my
stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngster's face is white as a lily,) Then before I depart I sweep my
resume as I chant, I see again the forms, I smell the odor, Then hear outside the orders given, Fall in, my
A SIGHT in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless, As slow I
Who are you my dear comrade? Then to the second I step—and who are you my child and darling?
AS toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
this sign left, On a tablet scrawl'd and nail'd on the tree by the grave, Bold, cautious, true, and my
Long, long I muse, then on my way go wandering, Many a changeful season to follow, and many a scene of
soldier's grave, comes the inscrip- tion inscription rude in Virginia's woods, Bold, cautious, true, and my
the air I breathed froze me, A thick gloom fell through the sunshine and darken'd me, Must I change my
good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for in a handful of space, which I extend my
arm and half enclose with my hand; That contains the start of each and all—the virtue, the germs of
WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleased with the sound of my own name?
sake, Of departing—of the growth of a mightier race than any yet, Of myself, soon, perhaps, closing up my
The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long; Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my
Then my realities; What else is so real as mine?
done and gone, we remain; There is no final reliance but upon us; Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my
Inflating my throat—you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully
To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose- color'd rose-color'd flesh, To be conscious of my body
How my thoughts play subtly at the spectacles around! How the clouds pass silently overhead!
win- dows windows , my eyes, As I went forth in the morning—As I beheld the light breaking in the east
I remember I said, before my leaves sprang at all, I would raise my voice jocund and strong, with re-
con- tribute contribute to them, When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America, Then to me my
I have press'd through in my own right, I have offer'd my style to every one—I have journey'd with confident
step, While my pleasure is yet at the full, I whisper, So long!
Remember my words—I love you—I depart from materials, I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.
my soul!
We closed with him, the yards entangled, the can- non cannon touched, My captain lashed fast with his
I laughed content when I heard the voice of my little captain, We have not struck, he composedly cried
O my body!
my brother or my sister! Keep on!
I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is
I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you
my respects.
people and The States face to face, to confront them with an American rude tongue; but the work of my
A few years, and the average annual call for my Poems is ten or twenty thousand copies—more, quite likely
It is all as well done, in my opinion, as could be practicable. Each element here is in condition.
out the lines, build cities, work mines, break up farms; it is yours to have been the original true Captain
not Walt Whitman, might have written this: I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable, I sound my
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun; I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it