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Year Of Meteors. (1859-60.)
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YEAR of meteors! brooding year!
I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds
and signs;
and signs;
I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad;
I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair,
mounted the scaffold in Virginia;
mounted the scaffold in Virginia;
(I was at hand—silent I stood, with teeth shut close—I
watch’d;
watch’d;
I stood very near you, old man, when cool and indiffer-
ent, but trembling with age and your unheal’d
wounds, you mounted the scaffold;)
ent, but trembling with age and your unheal’d
wounds, you mounted the scaffold;)
I would sing in my copious song your census returns of
The States,
The States,
The tables of population and products—I would sing of
your ships and their cargoes,
your ships and their cargoes,
The proud black ships of Manhattan, arriving, some
fill’d with immigrants, some from the isthmus
with cargoes of gold;
fill’d with immigrants, some from the isthmus
with cargoes of gold;
Songs thereof would I sing—to all that hitherward
comes would I welcome give;
comes would I welcome give;
And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you
from me, sweet boy of England!
from me, sweet boy of England!
Remember you surging Manhattan’s crowds, as you
passed with your cortege of nobles?
passed with your cortege of nobles?
There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with
attachment;
attachment;
I know not why, but I loved you…(and so go forth
little song,
little song,
Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my love all
folded,
folded,
And find in his palace the youth I love, and drop these
lines at his feet;)
lines at his feet;)
—Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she
swam up my bay,
swam up my bay,
Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my
bay, she was 600 feet long,
bay, she was 600 feet long,
Her moving swiftly, surrounded by myriads of small
craft, I forget not to sing;
craft, I forget not to sing;
Nor the comet that came unannounced, out of the north,
flaring in heaven,
flaring in heaven,
Nor the strange huge meteor procession, dazzling and
clear, shooting over our heads,
clear, shooting over our heads,
(A moment, a moment long, it sail’d its balls of unearth-
ly light over our heads,
ly light over our heads,
Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;)
—Of such, and fitful as they, I sing—with gleams from
them would I gleam and patch these chants;
them would I gleam and patch these chants;
Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good!
year of forebodings! year of the youth I love!
year of forebodings! year of the youth I love!
Year of comets and meteors transient and strange!—lo!
even here, one equally transient and strange!
even here, one equally transient and strange!
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone,
what is this book,
what is this book,
What am I myself but one of your meteors?