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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

SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance

mass tight grappling, In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling, Till o'er the river

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

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

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 embarcation; My General

copy the story, and send it eastward and westward, I must preserve that look as it beam'd on you rivers

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

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

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

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

, Welcome are mountains, flats, sands, forests, prai- ries prairies , Welcome the rich borders of rivers

Grande—friendly gatherings, the characters and fun, Dwellers up north in Minnesota and by the Yellowstone river

vast frame- works frameworks , girders, arches, Shapes of the fleets of barges, tows, lake craft, river

idler, citizen, country- man countryman , Saunterer of woods, stander upon hills, summer swimmer in rivers

when feeling with the hand the naked meat of his own body or another person's body, The circling rivers

geography, cities, beginnings, events, glories, defections, diversities, vocal in him, Making its rivers

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

and west are tame com- pared compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable riv- ers rivers

FLOOD-TIDE of the river, flow on! I watch you, face to face, Clouds of the west!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ferry-wharf—posh and ice in the river, half-frozen mud in the streets, a gray

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

FROM PENT-UP ACHING RIVERS.

I see the long river-stripes of the earth, I see the Amazon and the Paraguay, I see the four great rivers

River and sunset and scallop-edg'd waves of flood-tide?

O boating on the rivers, The voyage down the St.

The noiseless myriads, The infinite oceans where the rivers empty, The separate countless free identities

toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennes- see Tennessee , or far north or inland, A 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

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

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

These shows of the East and West are tame compared to you, These immense meadows, these interminable rivers