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월트 휘트먼 (Walt Whitman)
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   1.1. Mannahatta
   1.2. Paumanok
   1.3. From Montauk Point
   1.4. To Those Who've Fail'd
   1.5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine
   1.6. The Bravest Soldiers
   1.7. A Font of Type
   1.8. As I Sit Writing Here
   1.9. My Canary Bird
   1.10. Queries to My Seventieth Year
   1.11. The Wallabout Martyrs
   1.12. The First Dandelion
   1.13. America
   1.14. Memories
   1.15. To-Day and Thee
   1.16. After the Dazzle of Day
   1.17. Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809
   1.18. Out of May's Shows Selected
   1.19. Halcyon Days
     1.20.1. [I] The Pilot in the Mist
     1.20.2. [II] Had I the Choice
     1.20.3. [III] You Tides with Ceaseless Swell
     1.20.4. [IV] Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
     1.20.5. [V] And Yet Not You Alone
     1.20.6. [VI] Proudly the Flood Comes In
     1.20.7. [VII] By That Long Scan of Waves
     1.20.8. [VIII] Then Last Of All
   1.21. Election Day, November, 1884
   1.22. With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!
   1.23. Death of General Grant
   1.24. Red Jacket (From Aloft)
   1.25. Washington's Monument February, 1885
   1.26. Of That Blithe Throat of Thine
   1.27. Broadway
   1.28. To Get the Final Lilt of Songs
   1.29. Old Salt Kossabone
   1.30. The Dead Tenor
   1.31. Continuities
   1.32. Yonnondio
   1.33. Life
   1.34. "Going Somewhere"
   1.35. Small the Theme of My Chant
   1.36. True Conquerors
   1.37. The United States to Old World Critics
   1.38. The Calming Thought of All
   1.39. Thanks in Old Age
   1.40. Life and Death
   1.41. The Voice of the Rain
   1.42. Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here
   1.43. While Not the Past Forgetting
   1.44. The Dying Veteran
   1.45. Stronger Lessons
   1.46. A Prairie Sunset
   1.47. Twenty Years
   1.48. Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
   1.49. Twilight
   1.50. You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
   1.51. Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
   1.52. The Dead Emperor
   1.53. As the Greek's Signal Flame
   1.54. The Dismantled Ship
   1.55. Now Precedent Songs, Farewell
   1.56. An Evening Lull
   1.57. Old Age's Lambent Peaks
   1.58. After the Supper and Talk


1.1. Mannahatta

0 My city's fit and noble name resumed,
1 Choice aboriginal name, with marvellous beauty, meaning,
2 A rocky founded islandshores where ever gayly dash the coming,
3     going, hurrying sea waves.

1.2. Paumanok

0 Sea-beauty! stretch'd and basking!
1 One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce,
2     steamers, sails,
3 And one the Atlantic's wind caressing, fierce or gentlemighty hulls
4     dark-gliding in the distance.
5 Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-waterhealthy air and soil!
6 Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine!

1.3. From Montauk Point

0 I stand as on some mighty eagle's beak,
1 Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)
2 The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,
3 The wild unrest, the snowy, curling capsthat inbound urge and urge
4     of waves,
5 Seeking the shores forever.

1.4. To Those Who've Fail'd

0 To those who've fail'd, in aspiration vast,
1 To unnam'd soldiers fallen in front on the lead,
2 To calm, devoted engineersto over-ardent travelersto pilots on
3     their ships,
4 To many a lofty song and picture without recognition—I'd rear
5     laurel-cover'd monument,
6 High, high above the restTo all cut off before their time,
7 Possess'd by some strange spirit of fire,
8 Quench'd by an early death.

1.5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine

0 A carol closing sixty-nine—a resume—a repetition,
1 My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same,
2 Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry;
3 Of you, my Landyour rivers, prairies, Statesyou, mottled Flag I love,
4 Your aggregate retain'd entireOf north, south, east and west, your
5     items all;
6 Of me myselfthe jocund heart yet beating in my breast,
7 The body wreck'd, old, poor and paralyzedthe strange inertia
8     falling pall-like round me,
9 The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct,
10 The undiminish'd faiththe groups of loving friends.

1.6. The Bravest Soldiers

0 Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived through
1     the fight;
2 But the bravest press'd to the front and fell, unnamed, unknown.

1.7. A Font of Type

0 This latent minethese unlaunch'd voicespassionate powers,
1 Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout,
2 (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,)
3 These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death,
4 Or sooth'd to ease and sheeny sun and sleep,
5 Within the pallid slivers slumbering.

1.8. As I Sit Writing Here

0 As I sit writing here, sick and grown old,
1 Not my least burden is that dulness of the years, querilities,
2 Ungracious glooms, aches, lethargy, constipation, whimpering ennui,
3 May filter in my dally songs.

1.9. My Canary Bird

0 Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books,
1 Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, plays, speculations?
2 But now from thee to me, caged bird, to feel thy joyous warble,
3 Filling the air, the lonesome room, the long forenoon,
4 Is it not just as great, O soul?

1.10. Queries to My Seventieth Year

0 Approaching, nearing, curious,
1 Thou dim, uncertain spectrebringest thou life or death?
2 Strength, weakness, blindness, more paralysis and heavier?
3 Or placid skies and sun? Wilt stir the waters yet?
4 Or haply cut me short for good? Or leave me here as now,
5 Dull, parrot-like and old, with crack'd voice harping, screeching?

1.11. The Wallabout Martyrs

0 Greater than memory of Achilles or Ulysses,
1 More, more by far to thee than tomb of Alexander,
2 Those cart loads of old charnel ashes, scales and splints of mouldy bones,
3 Once living menonce resolute courage, aspiration, strength,
4 The stepping stones to thee to-day and here, America.

1.12. The First Dandelion

0 Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close emerging,
1 As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been,
2 Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grassinnocent, golden, calm
3     as the dawn,
4 The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful face.

1.13. America

0 Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
1 All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old,
2 Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
3 Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
4 A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
5 Chair'd in the adamant of Time.

1.14. Memories

0 How sweet the silent backward tracings!
1 The wanderings as in dreamsthe meditation of old times resumed
2     —their loves, joys, persons, voyages.

1.15. To-Day and Thee

0 The appointed winners in a long-stretch'd game;
1 The course of Time and nationsEgypt, India, Greece and Rome;
2 The past entire, with all its heroes, histories, arts, experiments,
3 Its store of songs, inventions, voyages, teachers, books,
4 Garner'd for now and theeTo think of it!
5 The heirdom all converged in thee!

1.16. After the Dazzle of Day

0 After the dazzle of day is gone,
1 Only the dark, dark night shows to my eyes the stars;
2 After the clangor of organ majestic, or chorus, or perfect band,
3 Silent, athwart my soul, moves the symphony true.

1.17. Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809

0 To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer—a pulse of thought,
1 To memory of Himto birth of Him.

1.18. Out of May's Shows Selected

0 Apple orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms;
1 Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green;
2 The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning;
3 The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun;
4 The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.

1.19. Halcyon Days

0 Not from successful love alone,
1 Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war;
2 But as life wanes, and all the turbulent passions calm,
3 As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky,
4 As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like freshier, balmier air,
5 As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs
6     really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree,
7 Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!
8 The brooding and blissful halcyon days!


1.20.1. [I] The Pilot in the Mist
0 Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence,
1 A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why,
2 Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)
3 Again 'tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with daybreak,
4 Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me—I press through
5     foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me,
6 Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman
7 Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.
1.20.2. [II] Had I the Choice
0 Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
1 To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
2 Homer with all his wars and warriorsHector, Achilles, Ajax,
3 Or Shakspere's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, OthelloTennyson's fair ladies,
4 Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme,
5     delight of singers;
6 These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter,
7 Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
8 Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
9 And leave its odor there.
1.20.3. [III] You Tides with Ceaseless Swell
0 You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!
1 You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space's spread,
2 Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations,
3 What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius'?
4     what Capella's?
5 What central heartand you the pulsevivifies all? what boundless
6     aggregate of all?
7 What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in
8     you? what fluid, vast identity,
9 Holding the universe with all its parts as oneas sailing in a ship?
1.20.4. [IV] Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
0 Last of ebb, and daylight waning,
1 Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,
2 With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
3 Many a muffled confessionmany a sob and whisper'd word,
4 As of speakers far or hid.
5 How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!
6 Poets unnamedartists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost designs,
7 Love's unresponse—a chorus of age's complaintshope's last words,
8 Some suicide's despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and
9     never again return.
10 On to oblivion then!
11 On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
12 On for your time, ye furious debouche!
1.20.5. [V] And Yet Not You Alone
0 And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
1 Nor you, ye lost designs alonenor failures, aspirations;
2 I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
3 Duly by you, from you, the tide and light againduly the hinges turning,
4 Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,
5 Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
6 The rhythmus of Birth eternal.
1.20.6. [VI] Proudly the Flood Comes In
0 Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing,
1 Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling,
2 All throbs, dilatesthe farms, woods, streets of citiesworkmen at work,
3 Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offingsteamers' pennants
4     of smokeand under the forenoon sun,
5 Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the
6     inward bound,
7 Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.
1.20.7. [VII] By That Long Scan of Waves
0 By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
1 In every crest some undulating light or shadesome retrospect,
2 Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramasscenes ephemeral,
3 The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
4 Myself through every by-gone phasemy idle youthold age at hand,
5 My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past,
6 By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,
7 And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemblesome
8     wave, or part of wave,
9 Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.
1.20.8. [VIII] Then Last Of All
0 Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
1 Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
2 Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same,
3 The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.

1.21. Election Day, November, 1884

0 If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show,
1 'Twould not be you, Niagaranor you, ye limitless prairiesnor
2     your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado,
3 Nor you, Yosemitenor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic
4     geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing,
5 Nor Oregon's white conesnor Huron's belt of mighty lakesnor
6     Mississippi's stream:
7 This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd namethe still
8     small voice vibratingAmerica's choosing day,
9 (The heart of it not in the chosenthe act itself the main, the
10     quadriennial choosing,)
11 The stretch of North and South arous'd—sea-board and inland
12     Texas to Mainethe Prairie StatesVermont, Virginia, California,
13 The final ballot-shower from East to Westthe paradox and conflict,
14 The countless snow-flakes falling—(a swordless conflict,
15 Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the
16     peaceful choice of all,
17 Or good or ill humanitywelcoming the darker odds, the dross:
18 Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purifywhile the heart
19     pants, life glows:
20 These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships,
21 Swell'd Washington's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails.

1.22. With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!

0 With husky-haughty lips, O sea!
1 Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore,
2 Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions,
3 (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,)
4 Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal,
5 Thy ample, smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun,
6 Thy brooding scowl and murkthy unloos'd hurricanes,
7 Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness;
8 Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears—a lack from all
9     eternity in thy content,
10 (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee
11     greatestno less could make thee,)
12 Thy lonely statesomething thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet
13     never gain'st,
14 Surely some right withheldsome voice, in huge monotonous rage, of
15     freedom-lover pent,
16 Some vast heart, like a planet's, chain'd and chafing in those breakers,
17 By lengthen'd swell, and spasm, and panting breath,
18 And rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves,
19 And serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter,
20 And undertones of distant lion roar,
21 (Sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf earbut now, rapport for once,
22 A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,)
23 The first and last confession of the globe,
24 Outsurging, muttering from thy soul's abysms,
25 The tale of cosmic elemental passion,
26 Thou tellest to a kindred soul.

1.23. Death of General Grant

0 As one by one withdraw the lofty actors,
1 From that great play on history's stage eterne,
2 That lurid, partial act of war and peaceof old and new contending,
3 Fought out through wrath, fears, dark dismays, and many a long suspense;
4 All pastand since, in countless graves receding, mellowing,
5 Victor's and vanquish'd—Lincoln's and Lee's—now thou with them,
6 Man of the mighty daysand equal to the days!
7 Thou from the prairies!—tangled and many-vein'd and hard has been thy part,
8 To admiration has it been enacted!

1.24. Red Jacket (From Aloft)

0 Upon this scene, this show,
1 Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth,
2 (Nor in caprice alonesome grains of deepest meaning,)
3 Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds' blended shapes,
4 As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrill'd with its soul,
5 Product of Nature's sun, stars, earth direct—a towering human form,
6 In hunting-shirt of film, arm'd with the rifle, a half-ironical
7     smile curving its phantom lips,
8 Like one of Ossian's ghosts looks down.

1.25. Washington's Monument February, 1885

0 Ah, not this marble, dead and cold:
1 Far from its base and shaft expandingthe round zones circling,
2     comprehending,
3 Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entirenot
4     yours alone, America,
5 Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot,
6 Or frozen North, or sultry Souththe African's—the Arab's in his tent,
7 Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins;
8 (Greets the antique the hero new? 'tis but the samethe heir
9     legitimate, continued ever,
10 The indomitable heart and armproofs of the never-broken line,
11 Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same—e'en in defeat
12     defeated not, the same:)
13 Wherever sails a ship, or house is built on land, or day or night,
14 Through teeming cities' streets, indoors or out, factories or farms,
15 Now, or to come, or pastwhere patriot wills existed or exist,
16 Wherever Freedom, pois'd by Toleration, sway'd by Law,
17 Stands or is rising thy true monument.

1.26. Of That Blithe Throat of Thine

0 Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,
1 I'll mind the lesson, solitary birdlet me too welcome chilling drifts,
2 E'en the profoundest chill, as now—a torpid pulse, a brain unnerv'd,
3 Old age land-lock'd within its winter bay—(cold, cold, O cold!)
4 These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet,
5 For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to the last;
6 Not summer's zones alonenot chants of youth, or south's warm tides alone,
7 But held by sluggish floes, pack'd in the northern ice, the cumulus
8     of years,
9 These with gay heart I also sing.

1.27. Broadway

0 What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
1 What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters!
2 What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee!
3 What curious questioning glancesglints of love!
4 Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!
5 Thou portalthou arenathou of the myriad long-drawn lines and groups!
6 (Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades, tell their inimitable tales;
7 Thy windows rich, and huge hotelsthy side-walks wide;)
8 Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet!
9 Thou, like the parti-colored world itselflike infinite, teeming,
10     mocking life!
11 Thou visor'd, vast, unspeakable show and lesson!

1.28. To Get the Final Lilt of Songs

0 To get the final lilt of songs,
1 To penetrate the inmost lore of poetsto know the mighty ones,
2 Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Shakespere, Tennyson, Emerson;
3 To diagnose the shifting-delicate tints of love and pride and doubt
4     to truly understand,
5 To encompass these, the last keen faculty and entrance-price,
6 Old age, and what it brings from all its past experiences.

1.29. Old Salt Kossabone

0 Far back, related on my mother's side,
1 Old Salt Kossabone, I'll tell you how he died:
2 (Had been a sailor all his lifewas nearly 90—lived with his
3     married grandchild, Jenny;
4 House on a hill, with view of bay at hand, and distant cape, and
5     stretch to open sea;)
6 The last of afternoons, the evening hours, for many a year his
7     regular custom,
8 In his great arm chair by the window seated,
9 (Sometimes, indeed, through half the day,)
10 Watching the coming, going of the vessels, he mutters to himself
11     And now the close of all:
12 One struggling outbound brig, one day, baffled for longcross-tides
13     and much wrong going,
14 At last at nightfall strikes the breeze aright, her whole luck veering,
15 And swiftly bending round the cape, the darkness proudly entering,
16     cleaving, as he watches,
17 "She's freeshe's on her destination"—these the last wordswhen
18     Jenny came, he sat there dead,
19 Dutch Kossabone, Old Salt, related on my mother's side, far back.

1.30. The Dead Tenor

0 As down the stage again,
1 With Spanish hat and plumes, and gait inimitable,
2 Back from the fading lessons of the past, I'd call, I'd tell and own,
3 How much from thee! the revelation of the singing voice from thee!
4 (So firmso liquid-softagain that tremulous, manly timbre!
5 The perfect singing voicedeepest of all to me the lessontrial
6     and test of all:)
7 How through those strains distill'd—how the rapt ears, the soul of
8     me, absorbing
9 Fernando's heart, Manrico's passionate call, Ernani's, sweet Gennaro's,
10 I fold thenceforth, or seek to fold, within my chants transmuting,
11 Freedom's and Love's and Faith's unloos'd cantabile,
12 (As perfume's, color's, sunlight's correlation:)
13 From these, for these, with these, a hurried line, dead tenor,
14 A wafted autumn leaf, dropt in the closing grave, the shovel'd earth,
15 To memory of thee.

1.31. Continuities

0 Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
1 No birth, identity, formno object of the world.
2 Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
3 Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
4 Ample are time and spaceample the fields of Nature.
5 The body, sluggish, aged, coldthe embers left from earlier fires,
6 The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;
7 The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;
8 To frozen clods ever the spring's invisible law returns,
9 With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

1.32. Yonnondio

0 A song, a poem of itselfthe word itself a dirge,
1 Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and wintry night,
2 To me such misty, strange tableaux the syllables calling up;
3 Yonnondio—I see, far in the west or north, a limitless ravine, with
4     plains and mountains dark,
5 I see swarms of stalwart chieftains, medicine-men, and warriors,
6 As flitting by like clouds of ghosts, they pass and are gone in the
7     twilight,
8 (Race of the woods, the landscapes free, and the falls!
9 No picture, poem, statement, passing them to the future:)
10 Yonnondio! Yonnondio!—unlimn'd they disappear;
11 To-day gives place, and fadesthe cities, farms, factories fade;
12 A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air
13     for a moment,
14 Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost.

1.33. Life

0 Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;
1 (Have former armies fail'd? then we send fresh armiesand fresh again;)
2 Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages old or new;
3 Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud
4     applause;
5 Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last;
6 Struggling to-day the samebattling the same.

1.34. "Going Somewhere"

0 My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend,
1 (Now buried in an English graveand this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)
2 Ended our talk—"The sum, concluding all we know of old or modern
3     learning, intuitions deep,
4 "Of all GeologiesHistoriesof all Astronomyof Evolution,
5     Metaphysics all,
6 "Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,
7 "Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is
8     duly over,)
9 "The world, the race, the soulin space and time the universes,
10 "All bound as is befitting eachall surely going somewhere."

1.35. Small the Theme of My Chant

0 Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatestnamely, One's-Self
1     a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing.
2 Man's physiology complete, from top to toe, I sing. Not physiognomy alone,
3     nor brain alone, is worthy for the Muse;—I say the Form complete
4     is worthier far. The Female equally with the Male, I sing.
5 Nor cease at the theme of One's-Self. I speak the word of the
6     modern, the word En-Masse.
7 My Days I sing, and the Landswith interstice I knew of hapless War.
8 (O friend, whoe'er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I
9     feel through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.
10 And thus upon our journey, footing the road, and more than once, and
11     link'd together let us go.)

1.36. True Conquerors

0 Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)
1 Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,
2 Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
3 Enough that they've survived at alllong life's unflinching ones!
4 Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all
5     in that alone,
6 True conquerors o'er all the rest.

1.37. The United States to Old World Critics

0 Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete,
1 Wealth, order, travel, shelter, products, plenty;
2 As of the building of some varied, vast, perpetual edifice,
3 Whence to arise inevitable in time, the towering roofs, the lamps,
4 The solid-planted spires tall shooting to the stars.

1.38. The Calming Thought of All

0 That coursing on, whate'er men's speculations,
1 Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,
2 Amid the bawling presentations new and old,
3 The round earth's silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.

1.39. Thanks in Old Age

0 Thanks in old agethanks ere I go,
1 For health, the midday sun, the impalpable airfor life, mere life,
2 For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my mother dearyou,
3     fatheryou, brothers, sisters, friends,)
4 For all my daysnot those of peace alonethe days of war the same,
5 For gentle words, caresses, gifts from foreign lands,
6 For shelter, wine and meatfor sweet appreciation,
7 (You distant, dim unknownor young or oldcountless, unspecified,
8     readers belov'd,
9 We never met, and neer shall meetand yet our souls embrace, long,
10     close and long;)
11 For beings, groups, love, deeds, words, booksfor colors, forms,
12 For all the brave strong mendevoted, hardy menwho've forward
13     sprung in freedom's help, all years, all lands
14 For braver, stronger, more devoted men—(a special laurel ere I go,
15     to life's war's chosen ones,
16 The cannoneers of song and thoughtthe great artilleriststhe
17     foremost leaders, captains of the soul:)
18 As soldier from an ended war return'd—As traveler out of myriads,
19     to the long procession retrospective,
20 Thanksjoyful thanks!—a soldier's, traveler's thanks.

1.40. Life and Death

0 The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
1 Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.
2 By each successive age insoluble, pass'd on,
3 To ours to-dayand we pass on the same.

1.41. The Voice of the Rain

0 And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,
1 Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
2 I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
3 Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,
4 Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form'd, altogether changed, and
5     yet the same,
6 I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,
7 And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
8 And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
9     and make pure and beautify it;
10 (For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,
11 Reck'd or unreck'd, duly with love returns.)

1.42. Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here

0 Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
1 Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt—A little while,
2 And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and
3     growth—a thousand forms shall rise
4 From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.
5 Thine eyes, earsall thy best attributesall that takes cognizance
6     of natural beauty,
7 Shall wake and fill. Thou shalt perceive the simple shows, the
8     delicate miracles of earth,
9 Dandelions, clover, the emerald grass, the early scents and flowers,
10 The arbutus under foot, the willow's yellow-green, the blossoming
11     plum and cherry;
12 With these the robin, lark and thrush, singing their songsthe
13     flitting bluebird;
14 For such the scenes the annual play brings on.

1.43. While Not the Past Forgetting

0 While not the past forgetting,
1 To-day, at least, contention sunk entirepeace, brotherhood uprisen;
2 For sign reciprocal our Northern, Southern hands,
3 Lay on the graves of all dead soldiers, North or South,
4 (Nor for the past alonefor meanings to the future,)
5 Wreaths of roses and branches of palm.

1.44. The Dying Veteran

0 Amid these days of order, ease, prosperity,
1 Amid the current songs of beauty, peace, decorum,
2 I cast a reminiscence—(likely 'twill offend you,
3 I heard it in my boyhood;)—More than a generation since,
4 A queer old savage man, a fighter under Washington himself,
5 (Large, brave, cleanly, hot-blooded, no talker, rather spiritualistic,
6 Had fought in the ranksfought wellhad been all through the
7     Revolutionary war,)
8 Lay dyingsons, daughters, church-deacons, lovingly tending him,
9 Sharping their sense, their ears, towards his murmuring, half-caught words:
10 "Let me return again to my war-days,
11 To the sights and scenesto forming the line of battle,
12 To the scouts ahead reconnoitering,
13 To the cannons, the grim artillery,
14 To the galloping aides, carrying orders,
15 To the wounded, the fallen, the heat, the suspense,
16 The perfume strong, the smoke, the deafening noise;
17 Away with your life of peace!—your joys of peace!
18 Give me my old wild battle-life again!"

1.45. Stronger Lessons

0 Have you learn'd lessons only of those who admired you, and were
1     tender with you, and stood aside for you?
2 Have you not learn'd great lessons from those who reject you, and
3     brace themselves against you? or who treat you with contempt,
4     or dispute the passage with you?

1.46. A Prairie Sunset

0 Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn,
1 The earth's whole amplitude and Nature's multiform power consign'd
2     for once to colors;
3 The light, the general air possess'd by themcolors till now unknown,
4 No limit, confinenot the Western sky alonethe high meridian
5     North, South, all,
6 Pure luminous color fighting the silent shadows to the last.

1.47. Twenty Years

0 Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting:
1 He shipp'd as green-hand boy, and sail'd away, (took some sudden,
2     vehement notion;)
3 Since, twenty years and more have circled round and round,
4 While he the globe was circling round and round, —and now returns:
5 How changed the placeall the old land-marks gonethe parents dead;
6 (Yes, he comes back to lay in port for goodto settlehas a
7     well-fill'd purseno spot will do but this;)
8 The little boat that scull'd him from the sloop, now held in leash I see,
9 I hear the slapping waves, the restless keel, the rocking in the sand,
10 I see the sailor kit, the canvas bag, the great box bound with brass,
11 I scan the face all berry-brown and beardedthe stout-strong frame,
12 Dress'd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth:
13 (Then what the told-out story of those twenty years? What of the future?)

1.48. Orange Buds by Mail from Florida

0 A lesser proof than old Voltaire's, yet greater,
1 Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America,
2 To my plain Northern hut, in outside clouds and snow,
3 Brought safely for a thousand miles o'er land and tide,
4 Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting,
5 Now here their sweetness through my room unfolding,
6 A bunch of orange buds by mall from Florida.

1.49. Twilight

0 The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
1 The sun just gone, the eager light dispell'd—(I too will soon be
2     gone, dispell'd,)
3 A hazenirwanarest and nightoblivion.

1.50. You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me

0 You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs,
1 And I some well-shorn tree of field or orchard-row;
2 You tokens diminute and lorn—(not now the flush of May, or July
3     clover-bloomno grain of August now;)
4 You pallid banner-stavesyou pennants valuelessyou overstay'd of time,
5 Yet my soul-dearest leaves confirming all the rest,
6 The faithfulesthardiestlast.

1.51. Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone

0 Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like
1     eagles' talons,)
2 But haply for some sunny day (who knows?) some future spring, some
3     summerbursting forth,
4 To verdant leaves, or sheltering shadeto nourishing fruit,
5 Apples and grapesthe stalwart limbs of trees emergingthe fresh,
6     free, open air,
7 And love and faith, like scented roses blooming.

1.52. The Dead Emperor

0 To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia,
1 Less for the mighty crown laid low in sorrowless for the Emperor,
2 Thy true condolence breathest, sendest out o'er many a salt sea mile,
3 Mourning a good old man—a faithful shepherd, patriot.

1.53. As the Greek's Signal Flame

0 As the Greek's signal flame, by antique records told,
1 Rose from the hill-top, like applause and glory,
2 Welcoming in fame some special veteran, hero,
3 With rosy tinge reddening the land he'd served,
4 So I aloft from Mannahatta's ship-fringed shore,
5 Lift high a kindled brand for thee, Old Poet.

1.54. The Dismantled Ship

0 In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay,
1 On sluggish, lonesome waters, anchor'd near the shore,
2 An old, dismasted, gray and batter'd ship, disabled, done,
3 After free voyages to all the seas of earth, haul'd up at last and
4     hawser'd tight,
5 Lies rusting, mouldering.

1.55. Now Precedent Songs, Farewell

0 Now precedent songs, farewellby every name farewell,
1 (Trains of a staggering line in many a strange procession, waggons,
2 From ups and downswith intervalsfrom elder years, mid-age, or youth,)
3 "In Cabin'd Ships, or Thee Old Cause or Poets to Come
4 Or Paumanok, Song of Myself, Calamus, or Adam,
5 Or Beat! Beat! Drums! or To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod,
6 Or Captain! My Captain! Kosmos, Quicksand Years, or Thoughts,
7 Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified,
8 From fibre heart of minefrom throat and tongue—(My life's hot
9     pulsing blood,
10 The personal urge and form for menot merely paper, automatic type
11     and ink,)
12 Each song of mineeach utterance in the pasthaving its long, long
13     history,
14 Of life or death, or soldier's wound, of country's loss or safety,
15 (O heaven! what flash and started endless train of all! compared
16     indeed to that!
17 What wretched shred e'en at the best of all!)

1.56. An Evening Lull

0 After a week of physical anguish,
1 Unrest and pain, and feverish heat,
2 Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on,
3 Three hours of peace and soothing rest of brain.

1.57. Old Age's Lambent Peaks

0 The touch of flamethe illuminating firethe loftiest look at last,
1 O'er city, passion, sea—o'er prairie, mountain, woodthe earth itself,
2 The airy, different, changing hues of all, in failing twilight,
3 Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences;
4 The calmer sightthe golden setting, clear and broad:
5 So much i' the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence
6     we scan,
7 Bro't out by them aloneso much (perhaps the best) unreck'd before;
8 The lights indeed from themold age's lambent peaks.

1.58. After the Supper and Talk

0 After the supper and talkafter the day is done,
1 As a friend from friends his final withdrawal prolonging,
2 Good-bye and Good-bye with emotional lips repeating,
3 (So hard for his hand to release those handsno more will they meet,
4 No more for communion of sorrow and joy, of old and young,
5 A far-stretching journey awaits him, to return no more,)
6 Shunning, postponing severanceseeking to ward off the last word
7     ever so little,
8 E'en at the exit-door turningcharges superfluous calling back
9     e'en as he descends the steps,
10 Something to eke out a minute additionalshadows of nightfall deepening,
11 Farewells, messages lesseningdimmer the forthgoer's visage and form,
12 Soon to be lost for aye in the darknessloth, O so loth to depart!
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