151. Respondez! RESPONDEZ! Respondez!
(The war is completed--the price is paid--the title is settled beyond recall;)
152. What Place Is Besieged? WHAT place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
Lo! I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal; And with him horse and foot--and parks of artillery,
153. The Ox Tamer IN a faraway northern county, in the placid, pastoral region,
Lives my farmer friend, the theme of my recitative, a famous Tamer of Oxen:
154. I Dream'd In A Dream I DREAM'D in a dream, I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the
whole of the rest of the earth; I dream'd that was the new City of Friends;
155. Look Down, Fair Moon LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;
Pour softly down night's nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;
156. Old Ireland FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother, Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground,
157. Dirge For Two Veterans THE last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath, On the pavement here--and there beyond, it is looking,
160. What Think You I Take My Pen In Hand? WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record?
The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the offing to-day under full sail?
161. Long I Thought That Knowledge LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me--O if I could
but obtain knowledge! Then my lands engrossed me--Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the
162. A Song COME, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon; I will make divine magnetic lands,
163. Full Of Life, Now FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States, To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
164. To A Historian YOU who celebrate bygones!
Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races--the life that has exhibited itself;
165. What Am I, After All? WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own
name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear--it never tires me.
166. Offerings A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
167. Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me HERE the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
Here I shade and hide my thoughts--I myself do not expose them, And yet they expose me more than all my other poems.
169. Years Of The Modern YEARS of the modern! years of the unperform'd!
Your horizon rises--I see it parting away for more august dramas; I see not America only--I see not only Liberty's nation, but other
170. A Child's Amaze SILENT and amazed, even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his statements,
172. The Artilleryman's Vision WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight passes,
173. The Mystic Trumpeter HARK! some wild trumpeter--some strange musician,
Hovering unseen in air, vibrates capricious tunes to-night.
174. One Sweeps By ONE sweeps by, attended by an immense train,
All emblematic of peace--not a soldier or menial among them.
175. Hush'd Be The Camps Today Hush'd be the camps today,
And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
176. Give Me The Splendid, Silent Sun GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard; Give me a field where the unmow'd grass grows;
177. O Hymen! O Hymenee! O HYMEN! O hymenee!
Why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only?
178. A Sight In Camp A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless, As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospital
179. No Labor-saving Machine NO labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made; Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found a
180. As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's Woods As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a soldier;
181. Faces SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road--lo! such
faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality;
199. To A President ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,
You have not learn'd of Nature--of the politics of Nature, you have not learn'd the great amplitude, rectitude, impartiality;