111. I Was Looking A Long While I WAS looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for
myself, and for these chants--and now I have found it; It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither
123. Ah Poverties, Wincings Sulky Retreats AH poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats!
Ah you foes that in conflict have overcome me! (For what is my life, or any man's life, but a conflict with foes--
124. As The Time Draws Nigh AS the time draws nigh, glooming, a cloud,
A dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me.
125. Adieu To A Soldier ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,) The rapid march, the life of the camp,
126. As If A Phantom Caress'd Me AS if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore; But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore--the
127. To Him That Was Crucified MY spirit to yours, dear brother;
Do not mind because many, sounding your name, do not understand you; I do not sound your name, but I understand you, (there are others
128. I Am He That Aches With Love I AM he that aches with amorous love;
Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
129. A Promise To California A PROMISE to California,
Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and for Oregon: Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
130. Who Learns My Lesson Complete? WHO learns my lesson complete?
Boss, journeyman, apprentice--churchman and atheist, The stupid and the wise thinker--parents and offspring--merchant,
131. When I Heard The Learned Astronomer When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide,
132. City Of Orgies CITY of orgies, walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious,
133. Song Of Myself, Lii The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
134. Beginning My Studies BEGINNING my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness--these forms--the power of motion, The least insect or animal--the senses--eyesight--love;
135. With All Thy Gifts WITH all thy gifts, America,
(Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,) Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee--With these, and like of
136. Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand BROTHER of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, A thought to launch in memory of thee,
137. Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me NOT my enemies ever invade me--no harm to my pride from them I fear;
But the lovers I recklessly love--lo! how they master me! Lo! me, ever open and helpless, bereft of my strength!
138. Poets To Come POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for; But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
139. That Last Invocation AT the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful, fortress'd house, From the clasp of the knitted locks--from the keep of the well-closed
140. Or From That Sea Of Time OR, from that Sea of Time,
Spray, blown by the wind--a double winrow-drift of weeds and shells; (O little shells, so curious-convolute! so limpid-cold and voiceless!
141. To Thee, Old Cause! TO thee, old Cause!
Thou peerless, passionate, good cause! Thou stern, remorseless, sweet Idea!
142. A Glimpse A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove, late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
143. Proud Music Of The Storm PROUD music of the storm!
Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! Wind of the mountains!
144. Prayer Of Columbus IT was near the close of his indomitable and pious life--on his last voyage
when nearly 70 years of age--that Columbus, to save his two remaining ships
from foundering in the Caribbean Sea in a terrible storm, had to run them
145. Spirit Whose Work Is Done SPIRIT whose work is done! spirit of dreadful hours!
Ere, departing, fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering
146. Long, Too Long America Long, too long America,
Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and prosperity only, But now, ah now, to learn from crises of anguish, advancing, grappling with direst fate and recoiling not,
147. Weave In, Weave In, My Hardy Life WEAVE in! weave in, my hardy life!
Weave yet a soldier strong and full, for great campaigns to come; Weave in red blood! weave sinews in, like ropes! the senses, sight
148. The Voice Of The Rain And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,
Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
149. Chanting The Square Deific CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the
sides; Out of the old and new--out of the square entirely divine,
150. Rise, O Days RISE, O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer
sweep! Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave
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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