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O TO make the most jubilant poem	A
Even to set off these and merge with these the carols of Death	B
O full of music full of manhood womanhood infancy	C
Full of common employments full of grain and trees	D
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O for the voices of animals O for the swiftness and balance of	E
fishes	F
O for the dropping of rain drops in a poem	A
O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a poem	A
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O the joy of my spirit it is uncaged it darts like lightning	G
It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time I will have	H
thousands of globes and all time	I
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O the engineer's joys	J
To go with a locomotive	K
To hear the hiss of steam the merry shriek the steam whistle the	L
laughing locomotive	K
To push with resistless way and speed off in the distance	M
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O the gleesome saunter over fields and hill sides	N
The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds the moist fresh	O
stillness of the woods	P
The exquisite smell of the earth at day break and all through the	L
forenoon	Q
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O the horseman's and horsewoman's joys	J
The saddle the gallop the pressure upon the seat the cool gurgling	G
by the ears and hair	R
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O the fireman's joys	J
I hear the alarm at dead of night	S
I hear bells shouts I pass the crowd I run	Q
The sight of the flames maddens me with pleasure	T
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O the joy of the strong brawn'd fighter towering in the arena in	Q
perfect condition conscious of power thirsting to meet his	U
opponent	V
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O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human Soul	W
is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless	X
floods	Y
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O the mother's joys	J
The watching the endurance the precious love the anguish the	L
patiently yielded life	Z
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O the joy of increase growth recuperation	Q
The joy of soothing and pacifying the joy of concord and harmony	Q
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O to go back to the place where I was born	Q
To hear the birds sing once more	A2
To ramble about the house and barn and over the fields once more	A2
And through the orchard and along the old lanes once more	A2
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O male and female	B2
O the presence of women I swear there is nothing more exquisite to	C2
me than the mere presence of women	Q
O for the girl my mate O for the happiness with my mate	D2
O the young man as I pass O I am sick after the friendship of him	E2
who I fear is indifferent to me	Q
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O the streets of cities	D
The flitting faces the expressions eyes feet costumes O I cannot	F2
tell how welcome they are to me	Q
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O to have been brought up on bays lagoons creeks or along the	L
coast	G2
O to continue and be employ'd there all my life	Z
O the briny and damp smell the shore the salt weeds exposed at low	H2
water	T
The work of fishermen the work of the eel fisher and clam fisher	T
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O it is I	I2
I come with my clam rake and spade I come with my eel spear	J2
Is the tide out I join the group of clam diggers on the flats	K2
I laugh and work with them I joke at my work like a mettlesome	Q
young man	Q
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In winter I take my eel basket and eel spear and travel out on foot	L2
on the ice I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice	M2
Behold me well clothed going gaily or returning in the afternoon	Q
my brood of tough boys accompaning me	Q
My brood of grown and part grown boys who love to be with no one	Q
else so well as they love to be with me	Q
By day to work with me and by night to sleep with me	Q
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Or another time in warm weather out in a boat to lift the	L
lobster pots where they are sunk with heavy stones I know	H2
the buoys	D
O the sweetness of the Fifth month morning upon the water as I row	H2
just before sunrise toward the buoys	D
I pull the wicker pots up slantingly the dark green lobsters are	N2
desperate with their claws as I take them out I insert wooden	Q
pegs in the joints of their pincers	O2
I go to all the places one after another and then row back to the	L
shore	A2
There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be	Q
boil'd till their color becomes scarlet	P2
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Or another time mackerel taking	G
Voracious mad for the hook near the surface they seem to fill the	L
water for miles	Q2
Or another time fishing for rock fish in Chesapeake Bay I one of	E
the brown faced crew	C2
Or another time trailing for blue fish off Paumanok I stand with	R2
braced body	Q
My left foot is on the gunwale my right arm throws the coils of	E
slender rope	S2
In sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs my	Q
companions	T2
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O boating on the rivers	O2
The voyage down the Niagara the St Lawrence the superb	U2
scenery the steamers	O2
The ships sailing the Thousand Islands the occasional timber raft	V2
and the raftsmen with long reaching sweep oars	W2
The little huts on the rafts and the stream of smoke when they cook	X2
their supper at evening	G
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O something pernicious and dread	Y2
Something far away from a puny and pious life	Z
Something unproved Something in a trance	Z2
Something escaped from the anchorage and driving free	Q
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O to work in mines or forging iron	Q
Foundry casting the foundry itself the rude high roof the ample	A3
and shadow'd space	B3
The furnace the hot liquid pour'd out and running	G
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O to resume the joys of the soldier	T
To feel the presence of a brave general to feel his sympathy	Q
To behold his calmness to be warm'd in the rays of his smile	C3
To go to battle to hear the bugles play and the drums beat	D3
To hear the crash of artillery to see the glittering of the bayonets	E3
and musket barrels in the sun	Q
To see men fall and die and not complain	Q
To taste the savage taste of blood to be so devilish	F3
To gloat so over the wounds and deaths of the enemy	Q
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O the whaleman's joys O I cruise my old cruise again	Q
I feel the ship's motion under me I feel the Atlantic breezes	U
fanning me	Q
I hear the cry again sent down from the mast head There she blows	G3
Again I spring up the rigging to look with the rest We see we	Q
descend wild with excitement	V
I leap in the lower'd boat We row toward our prey where he lies	H3
We approach stealthy and silent I see the mountainous mass	I3
lethargic basking	G
I see the harpooneer standing up I see the weapon dart from his	U
vigorous arm	Q
O swift again now far out in the ocean the wounded whale	B2
settling running to windward tows me	Q
Again I see him rise to breathe We row close again	Q
I see a lance driven through his side press'd deep turn'd in the	L
wound	J3
Again we back off I see him settle again the life is leaving him	Q
fast	K3
As he rises he spouts blood I see him swim in circles narrower and	L3
narrower swiftly cutting the water I see him die	Q
He gives one convulsive leap in the centre of the circle and then	Q
falls flat and still in the bloody foam	Q
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O the old manhood of me my joy	M3
My children and grand children my white hair and beard	N3
My largeness calmness majesty out of the long stretch of my life	Z
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O the ripen'd joy of womanhood	O3
O perfect happiness at last	K3
I am more than eighty years of age my hair too is pure whit	P3

Walt Whitman

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