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And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

and visit him to see, he was wise also, He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were

from head to foot, It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction, I am drawn by its breath as if I were

only one man, this the father of those who shall be fathers in their turns, In him the start of populous

A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking,

or if the moisture of the right man were lacking.

original loins, perfectly sweet, I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden the West, the great cities

We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd. WE TWO, HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.

WE two, how long we were fool'd, Now transmuted, we swiftly escape as Nature escapes, We are Nature,

Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City. ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture

, customs, traditions, Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met there who detain'd

me for love of me, Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long been forgotten by

America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies, I will make inseparable cities

attraction of friend to friend, Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents, Of city

for city and land for land.

the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him, Whose happiest days were

capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd, And else when I carous'd, or when my plans were

slow drops, Candid from me falling, drip, bleeding drops, From wounds made to free you whence you were

City of Orgies. CITY OF ORGIES.

CITY of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

the crossing of the street or on the ship's deck give a kiss in return, We observe that salute of American

All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured, You grew up with me, were

incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart, While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city

, Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets, Where you hold me enchain'd a certain

I see a sad procession, And I hear the sound of coming full-key'd bugles, All the channels of the city

(Were you looking to be held together by lawyers? Or by an agreement on a paper? or by arms?

lines, a desperate emergency, I saw a hundred and more step forth from the ranks, but two or three were

(Washington City, 1865.)

(Washington City, 1865.) SPIRIT whose work is done—spirit of dreadful hours!

wast not granted to sing thou would'st surely die.) 5 Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities

day and night with the great cloud darkening the land, With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities

not what kept me from sleep,) As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you were

and there, With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, and shadows, And the city

men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war, But I saw they were

neck with incomparable love, Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits, Making its cities

The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-dig- ging gold-digging , Wharf-hemm'd cities

What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?

Underneath all, individuals, I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals, The American

by irrational things, I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me, I will make cities

hospitable, (thou only art hospitable as God is hospitable.) 4 When late I sang sad was my voice, Sad were

And the tidy and fresh-cheek'd girls, and the barefoot negro boy and girl, And all the changes of city

The City Dead-House. THE CITY DEAD-HOUSE.

BY the city dead-house by the gate, As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor, I curious pause

ages that men and women like us grew up and travel'd their course and pass'd on, What vast-built cities

and phrenology, What of liberty and slavery among them, what they thought of death and the soul, Who were

O I know that those men and women were not for nothing, any more than we are for nothing, I know that

Do their lives, cities, arts, rest only with us? Did they achieve nothing for good for themselves?

In one, among the city streets a laborer's home appear'd, After his day's work done, cleanly, sweet-air'd

suite of noble rooms, 'Mid plenteous books and journals, paintings on the walls, fine statuettes, Were

All, all the shows of laboring life, City and country, women's, men's and children's, Their wants provided

swiftly hasten all—none refuse, all attend, Armies, ships, antiquities, libraries, paintings, machines, cities

WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day, Withdrawn I join a group of children watching

They live in brothers again ready to defy you, They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted

The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities

WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the

OF Equality—as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not

FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she

costumes of peace with indifferent hand, How your soft opera-music changed, and the drum and fife were

Forty years had I in my city seen soldiers parading, Forty years as a pageant, till unawares the lady

of this teeming and turbulent city, Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth, With

The blood of the city up—arm'd! arm'd!

sonorous voice ringing across the continent, Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities

Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets; Are beds prepared for sleepers at

the sea-bird, and look down as from a height, I do not deny the precious results of peace, I see populous

cities with wealth incalculable, I see numberless farms, I see the farmers working in their fields or

spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor ten,) Nor market nor depot we, nor money-bank in the city

the earth and the sea never gave us, Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities

What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of the mountains and sea?

And do you rise higher than ever yet O days, O cities! Crash heavier, heavier yet O storms!

ground before me, Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft, ironically hissing low; The cities

wait, I am fully satisfied, I am glutted, I have witness'd the true lightning, I have witness'd my cities

City of Ships. CITY OF SHIPS. CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships!

City of the world!

city of hurried and glittering tides!

City of wharves and stores—city of tall façades of marble and iron!

Proud and passionate city—mettlesome, mad, extravagant city!

shines down, Green the midsummer verdure and fresh blows the dallying breeze, O'er proud and peaceful cities

not with terror, But suddenly pouring about me here on every side, And below there where the boys were

Twenty thousand were brought against us, A veteran force furnish'd with good artillery.

close together, very compact, their flag flying in the middle, But O from the hills how the cannon were

day, But the night of that, mist lifting, rain ceasing, Silent as a ghost while they thought they were

Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing?)

Ah now the single figure to me, Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms, Sickly

ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture

What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities?

A NEWER garden of creation, no primal solitude, Dense, joyous, modern, populous millions, cities and

city of spires and masts! City nested in bays! my city! ALL IS TRUTH.

both sides, in campaigns or contests, or after them, or in hospitals or fields south of Washington City

After completing, as it were, the journey—(a varied jaunt of years, with many halts and gaps of intervals—or

consider "Leaves of Grass" and its theory experimental—as, in the deepest sense, I consider our American

Candidly and dispassionately reviewing all my intentions, I feel that they were creditable—and I accept

ask'd to name the most precious bequest to current American civilization from all the hitherto ages,

I think this pride indispensable to an American.

TO the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, Once unquestioning

obedience, once fully enslaved, Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever after

We dwell a while in every city and town, We pass through Kanada Canada , the North-east, the vast valley

And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?

A WOMAN waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking,

WE TWO, HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.

ONCE I PASS'D THROUGH A POPULOUS CITY.

ONCE I pass'd through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture

for city and land for land.

CITY OF ORGIES.

CITY of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?

if I could be with you and become your comrade; Be it as if I were with you.

the scaffold;) I would sing in my copious song your census returns of the States, The tables of population

that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without exception, I assert that all past days were

what they must have been, And that they could no-how have been better than they were, And that to-day

barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were

what joys were thine! ABOARD AT A SHIP'S HELM.

They live in brothers again ready to defy you, They were purified by death, they were taught and exalted

The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities

WHEN I heard the learn'd astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill'd with the

OF Equality—as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself—as if it were not