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One's-self I sing, a simple separate person,
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Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.
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Of physiology from top to toe I sing,
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Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse, I say
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the Form complete is worthier far,
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The Female equally with the Male I sing.
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Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
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Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
1.2. As I Ponder'd in Silence
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As I ponder'd in silence,
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Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
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A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,
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Terrible in beauty, age, and power,
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The genius of poets of old lands,
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As to me directing like flame its eyes,
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With finger pointing to many immortal songs,
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And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,
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Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?
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And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
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The making of perfect soldiers.
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Be it so, then I answer'd,
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I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any,
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Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance
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and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering,
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(Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last,) the
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For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul,
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Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles,
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I above all promote brave soldiers.
1.3. In Cabin'd Ships at Sea
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In cabin'd ships at sea,
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The boundless blue on every side expanding,
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With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves,
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Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine,
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Where joyous full of faith, spreading white sails,
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She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under
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By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read,
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In full rapport at last.
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Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts,
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Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,
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The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath our feet,
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We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion,
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The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the
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briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables,
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The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy rhythm,
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The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here,
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And this is ocean's poem.
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Then falter not O book, fulfil your destiny,
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You not a reminiscence of the land alone,
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You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not
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whither, yet ever full of faith,
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Consort to every ship that sails, sail you!
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Bear forth to them folded my love, (dear mariners, for you I fold it
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Speed on my book! spread your white sails my little bark athwart the
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Chant on, sail on, bear o'er the boundless blue from me to every sea,
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This song for mariners and all their ships.
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I heard that you ask'd for something to prove this puzzle the New World,
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And to define America, her athletic Democracy,
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Therefore I send you my poems that you behold in them what you wanted.
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You who celebrate bygones,
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Who have explored the outward, the surfaces of the races, the life
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that has exhibited itself,
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Who have treated of man as the creature of politics, aggregates,
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I, habitan of the Alleghanies, treating of him as he is in himself
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Pressing the pulse of the life that has seldom exhibited itself,
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(the great pride of man in himself,)
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Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,
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I project the history of the future.
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Thou peerless, passionate, good cause,
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Thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea,
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Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands,
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After a strange sad war, great war for thee,
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(I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be
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really fought, for thee,)
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These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee.
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(A war O soldiers not for itself alone,
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Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.)
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Thou orb of many orbs!
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Thou seething principle! thou well-kept, latent germ! thou centre!
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Around the idea of thee the war revolving,
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With all its angry and vehement play of causes,
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(With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,)
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These recitatives for thee,—my book and the war are one,
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Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee,
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As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself,
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Around the idea of thee.
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Passing the hues and objects of the world,
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The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense,
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Put in thy chants said he,
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No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,
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Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all,
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Ever the dim beginning,
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Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle,
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Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,)
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Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,
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Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,
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Or woman, man, or state, known or unknown,
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We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build,
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But really build eidolons.
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The ostent evanescent,
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The substance of an artist's mood or savan's studies long,
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Or warrior's, martyr's, hero's toils,
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To fashion his eidolon.
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(The units gather'd, posted, not a thought, emotion, deed, left out,)
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The whole or large or small summ'd, added up,
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Based on the ancient pinnacles, lo, newer, higher pinnacles,
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From science and the modern still impell'd,
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The old, old urge, eidolons.
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The present now and here,
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America's busy, teeming, intricate whirl,
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Of aggregate and segregate for only thence releasing,
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Of vanish'd lands, of all the reigns of kings across the sea,
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Old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors' voyages,
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Densities, growth, facades,
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Strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees,
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Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave,
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Exalte, rapt, ecstatic,
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The visible but their womb of birth,
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Of orbic tendencies to shape and shape and shape,
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The mighty earth-eidolon.
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(The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns,
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Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use,)
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Fill'd with eidolons only.
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The noiseless myriads,
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The infinite oceans where the rivers empty,
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The separate countless free identities, like eyesight,
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The true realities, eidolons.
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Nor these the universes, they the universes,
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Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life,
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Beyond thy lectures learn'd professor,
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Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope observer keen, beyond all mathematics,
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Beyond the doctor's surgery, anatomy, beyond the chemist with his chemistry,
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The entities of entities, eidolons.
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Ever shall be, ever have been and are,
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Sweeping the present to the infinite future,
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Eidolons, eidolons, eidolons.
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The prophet and the bard,
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Shall yet maintain themselves, in higher stages yet,
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Shall mediate to the Modern, to Democracy, interpret yet to them,
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Joys, ceaseless exercises, exaltations,
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Thy yearning amply fed at last, prepared to meet,
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The body lurking there within thy body,
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The only purport of the form thou art, the real I myself,
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Thy very songs not in thy songs,
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No special strains to sing, none for itself,
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But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating,
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A round full-orb'd eidolon.
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I raise the present on the past,
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(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
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With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
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To make himself by them the law unto himself.
1.9. When I Read the Book
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When I read the book, the biography famous,
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And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man's life?
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And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life?
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(As if any man really knew aught of my life,
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Why even I myself I often think know little or nothing of my real life,
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Only a few hints, a few diffused faint clews and indirections
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I seek for my own use to trace out here.)
1.10. Beginning My Studies
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Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,
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The mere fact consciousness, these forms, the power of motion,
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The least insect or animal, the senses, eyesight, love,
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The first step I say awed me and pleas'd me so much,
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I have hardly gone and hardly wish'd to go any farther,
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But stop and loiter all the time to sing it in ecstatic songs.
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How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,)
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How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
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How they inure to themselves as much as to any—what a paradox
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How people respond to them, yet know them not,
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How there is something relentless in their fate all times,
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How all times mischoose the objects of their adulation and reward,
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And how the same inexorable price must still be paid for the same
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To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist
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Once unquestioning obedience, once fully enslaved,
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Once fully enslaved, no nation, state, city of this earth, ever
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afterward resumes its liberty.
1.13. On Journeys Through the States
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On journeys through the States we start,
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(Ay through the world, urged by these songs,
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Sailing henceforth to every land, to every sea,)
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We willing learners of all, teachers of all, and lovers of all.
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We have watch'd the seasons dispensing themselves and passing on,
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And have said, Why should not a man or woman do as much as the
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seasons, and effuse as much?
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We dwell a while in every city and town,
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We pass through Kanada, the North-east, the vast valley of the
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Mississippi, and the Southern States,
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We confer on equal terms with each of the States,
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We make trial of ourselves and invite men and women to hear,
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We say to ourselves, Remember, fear not, be candid, promulge the
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Dwell a while and pass on, be copious, temperate, chaste, magnetic,
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And what you effuse may then return as the seasons return,
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And may be just as much as the seasons.
1.14. To a Certain Cantatrice
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I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or general,
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One who should serve the good old cause, the great idea, the
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progress and freedom of the race,
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Some brave confronter of despots, some daring rebel;
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But I see that what I was reserving belongs to you just as much as to any.
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Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
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Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
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Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they,
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Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less
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important than I thought,
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Me toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennessee,
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or far north or inland,
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A river man, or a man of the woods or of any farm-life of these
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States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada,
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Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies,
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To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as
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the trees and animals do.
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Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and
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nestling close, always obligated,
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Thither hours, months, years—thither trades, compacts,
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establishments, even the most minute,
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Thither every-day life, speech, utensils, politics, persons, estates;
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Thither we also, I with my leaves and songs, trustful, admirant,
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As a father to his father going takes his children along with him.
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On its breast a ship starting, spreading all sails, carrying even
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The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately—
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below emulous waves press forward,
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They surround the ship with shining curving motions and foam.
1.18. I Hear America Singing
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I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
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Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
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The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
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The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
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The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
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singing on the steamboat deck,
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The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as
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The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,
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or at noon intermission or at sundown,
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The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,
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or of the girl sewing or washing,
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Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
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The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young
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fellows, robust, friendly,
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Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
1.19. What Place Is Besieged?
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What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege?
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Lo, I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal,
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And with him horse and foot, and parks of artillery,
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And artillery-men, the deadliest that ever fired gun.
1.20. Still Though the One I Sing
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Still though the one I sing,
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(One, yet of contradictions made,) I dedicate to Nationality,
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I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O
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quenchless, indispensable fire!)
1.21. Shut Not Your Doors
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Shut not your doors to me proud libraries,
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For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet
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Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made,
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The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing,
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A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect,
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But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.
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Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
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Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
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But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
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Arouse! for you must justify me.
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I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
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I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
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I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a
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casual look upon you and then averts his face,
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Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
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Expecting the main things from you.
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Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why
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should you not speak to me?
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And why should I not speak to you?
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Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I,
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Therefore for thee the following chants.
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