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These I Singing in Spring
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,
(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their
sorrow and joy?
sorrow and joy?
And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world—but soon
I pass the gates,
I pass the gates,
Now along the pond-side—now wading in a little,
fearing not the wet,
fearing not the wet,
Now by the post-and-rail fences, where the old stones
thrown there, pick’d from the fields, have accu-
mulated,
thrown there, pick’d from the fields, have accu-
mulated,
Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through
the stones, and partly cover them—Beyond
these I pass,
the stones, and partly cover them—Beyond
these I pass,
Far, far in the forest, before I think where I go,
Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and
then in the silence,
then in the silence,
Alone I had thought—yet soon a silent troop gathers
around me,
around me,
Some walk by my side, and some behind, and some
embrace my arms or neck,
embrace my arms or neck,
They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive—thicker
they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
Collecting, dispensing, singing in spring, there I wan-
der with them,
der with them,
Plucking something for tokens—tossing toward who-
ever is near me;
ever is near me;
Here! lilac, with a branch of pine,
Here out of my pocket, some moss which I pull’d off
a live-oak in Florida, as it hung trailing down,
a live-oak in Florida, as it hung trailing down,
Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of
sage,
sage,
And here what I now draw from the water, wading in
the pond-side,
the pond-side,
(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me—and
returns again, never to separate from me,
returns again, never to separate from me,
And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of com-
rades—this Calamus-root shall,
rades—this Calamus-root shall,
Interchange it, youths, with each other! Let none
render it back!)
render it back!)
And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and
chestnut,
chestnut,
And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the aro-
matic cedar:
matic cedar:
These, I, compass’d around by a thick cloud of spirits,
Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them
loosely from me,
loosely from me,
Indicating to each one what he shall have—giving
something to each;
something to each;
But what I drew from the water by the pond-side,
that I reserve,
that I reserve,
I will give of it—but only to them that love, as I my-
self am capable of loving.
self am capable of loving.