56. Now List To My Morning's Romanza NOW list to my morning's romanza--I tell the signs of the Answerer;
To the cities and farms I sing, as they spread in the sunshine before me.
57. The Sleepers I WANDER all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping,
58. Assurances I NEED no assurances--I am a man who is preoccupied, of his own Soul;
I do not doubt that from under the feet, and beside the hands and face I am cognizant of, are now looking faces I am not
59. To A Certain Civilian DID YOU ask dulcet rhymes from me?
Did you seek the civilian's peaceful and languishing rhymes? Did you find what I sang erewhile so hard to follow?
60. My Picture-callery IN a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other; Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories?
67. Song Of Myself, Iii I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
beginning and the end
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
68. Not Heat Flames Up And Consumes NOT heat flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out, Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears
69. I Saw Old General At Bay I SAW old General at bay;
(Old as he was, his grey eyes yet shone out in battle like stars;) His small force was now completely hemm'd in, in his works;
70. To The Reader At Parting NOW, dearest comrade, lift me to your face,
We must separate awhile--Here! take from my lips this kiss. Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
71. Long, Too Long, O Land! LONG, too long, O land,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful, you learn'd from joys and prosperity only;
72. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours YET, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also;
Weights of lead, how ye clog and cling at my ankles! Earth to a chamber of mourning turns--I hear the o'erweening, mocking
73. The Prairie-grass Dividing THE prairie-grass dividing--its special odor breathing,
I demand of it the spiritual corresponding, Demand the most copious and close companionship of men,
74. Think Of The Soul THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other spheres;
75. The Return Of The Heroes For the lands, and for these passionate days, and for myself,
Now I awhile return to thee, O soil of autumn fields,
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
76. Shut Not Your Doors, &c. SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,
For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet needed most, I bring;
77. Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb SOLID, ironical, rolling orb!
Master of all, and matter of fact! - at last I accept your terms; Bringing to practical, vulgar tests, of all my ideal dreams,
78. A Leaf For Hand In Hand A LEAF for hand in hand!
You natural persons old and young! You on the Mississippi, and on all the branches and bayous of the
79. The Torch ON my northwest coast in the midst of the night, a fishermen's group
stands watching; Out on the lake, that expands before them, others are spearing
80. Facing West From California's Shores FACING west, from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the
81. Spain 1873-'74 OUT of the murk of heaviest clouds,
Out of the feudal wrecks, and heap'd-up skeletons of kings, Out of that old entire European debris--the shatter'd mummeries,
82. Vicouac On A Mountain Side I SEE before me now, a traveling army halting;
Below, a fertile valley spread, with barns, and the orchards of summer;
83. Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy YOU just maturing youth! You male or female!
Remember the organic compact of These States, Remember the pledge of the Old Thirteen thenceforward to the rights,
84. Not Youth Pertains To Me NOT youth pertains to me,
Nor delicatesse--I cannot beguile the time with talk; Awkward in the parlor, neither a dancer nor elegant;
85. Come, Said My Soul Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (For we are One),
That should I after death invisibly return,
All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
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