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FIRST O songs for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch’d tympanum pride and joy in my city, How she led the rest to arms, how she gave the cue, How at once with lithe limbs unwaiting a moment she sprang,…
FAST-ANCHOR’D eternal O love! O woman I love! O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you! Then separate, as disembodied or another born, Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation, I ascend, I float in…
Steaming the northern rapids—(an old St. Lawrence reminis- cence, A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)* Again ’tis just at morning—a heavy haze contends with day- break, Again the…
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 land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost…
1 SAUNTERING the pavement or riding the country by-road, lo, such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality, The spiritual-prescient face, the always welcome common benevo- lent face, The face of the singing of music, the grand faces of…
WHO has gone farthest? for I would go farther, And who has been just? for I would be the most just person of the earth, And who most cautious? for I would be more cautious, And who has been happiest? O…
————— ¹SUDDENLY out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Like lightning it le’pt forth, half startled at itself, Its feet upon the ashes and the rags—its hands tight to the throats of kings. ²O hope…
WHO are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, With your woolly-white and turban’d head, and bare bony feet? Why rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet? (‘Tis while our army lines Carolina’s sands and pines, Forth from…
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, ’Twould not be you, Niagara—nor you, ye limitless prairies—nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite—nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser- loops ascending…
ARM’D year—year of the struggle, No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you terrible year, Not you as some pale poetling seated at a desk lisping cadenzas piano, But as a strong man erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying…