263. Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60 YEAR of meteors! brooding year!
I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs; I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;
264. Me Imperturbe ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
Master of all, or mistress of all--aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
265. Song For All Seas, All Ships TO-DAY a rude brief recitative,
Of ships sailing the Seas, each with its special flag or ship-signal; Of unnamed heroes in the ships- Of waves spreading and spreading, far
266. Sparkles From The Wheel WHERE the city's ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,
Withdrawn, I join a group of children watching--I pause aside with them.
269. Despairing Cries DESPAIRING cries float ceaselessly toward me, day and night,
The sad voice of Death--the call of my nearest lover, putting forth, alarmed, uncertain,
270. This Day, O Soul THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay--But the cloud has pass'd, and the tarnish gone;
271. Tests ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to
analysis, in the Soul; Not traditions--not the outer authorities are the judges--they are
272. Longings For Home ick mettle, rich blood, impulse, and love! Good and evil! O all dear to me!
O dear to me my birth-thingsâ??All moving things, and the trees where I wasbornâ??the
273. Of Him I Love Day And Night OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not in that place;
274. A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest oute through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
Our army foil'd with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating; Till after midnight glimmer upon us, the lights of a dim-lighted
275. Patroling Barnegat WILD, wild the storm, and the sea high running,
Steady the roar of the gale, with incessant undertone muttering, Shouts of demoniac laughter fitfully piercing and pealing,
277. Portals WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?
278. To The Leaven'd Soil They Trod TO the leaven'd soil they trod, calling, I sing, for the last;
(Not cities, nor man alone, nor war, nor the dead, But forth from my tent emerging for good--loosing, untying the tent-
279. Salut Au Monde O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
280. The Unexpressed How dare one say it?
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,Vaunted Ionia's, India's -Homer, Shakespeare -the long, long times, thick
281. In Paths Untrodden IN paths untrodden,
In the growth by margins of pond-waters, Escaped from the life that exhibits itself,
282. The Sobbing Of The Bells THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,
The slumberers rouse, the rapport of the People, (Full well they know that message in the darkness,
283. To Rich Givers WHAT you give me, I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money--these, as I rendezvous with my poems;
284. Voices NOW I make a leaf of Voices--for I have found nothing mightier than
they are, And I have found that no word spoken, but is beautiful, in its place.
285. Virginia--the West THE noble Sire, fallen on evil days,
I saw, with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing, (Memories of old in abeyance--love and faith in abeyance,)
286. Of The Visage Of Things OF the visages of things--And of piercing through to the accepted
hells beneath; Of ugliness--To me there is just as much in it as there is in
287. In Midnight Sleep IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable look;
291. The Ship Starting LO! THE unbounded sea!
On its breast a Ship starting, spreading all her sails--an ample Ship, carrying even her moonsails;
292. As Adam, Early In The Morning AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd with sleep; Behold me where I pass--hear my voice--approach,
293. To The Garden The World TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
294. Recorders Ages Hence RECORDERS ages hence!
Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior--I will tell you what to say of me;
295. Scented Herbage Of My Breast SCENTED herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards, Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,
296. To The States WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myself and all drowsing?
What deepening twilight! scum floating atop of the waters! Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, askant in the Capitol?
297. What General Has A Good Army WHAT General has a good army in himself, has a good army;
He happy in himself, or she happy in herself, is happy, But I tell you you cannot be happy by others, any more than you can
298. As I Ponder'd In Silence AS I ponder'd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect,
299. Thick-sprinkled Bunting THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined with bloody death!
300. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! Joy! shipmate--joy!
(Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;) Our life is closed--our life begins;
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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