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CALAMUS-continued

For You, O Democracy
These I Singing in Spring

Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
The Base of All Metaphysics

Recorders Ages Hence

When I Heard at the Close of the Day
Are You the New Person Drawn toward Me
Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
Not Heat Flames up and Consumes

Trickle Drops

City of Orgies

Behold this Swarthy Face

I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
To a Stranger

This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful
I Hear it was Charged against Me

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The Prairie-Grass Dividing
When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame
We Two Boys together Clinging
A Promise to California

Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
No Labour-saving Machine
A Glimpse

A Leaf for Hand in Hand

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BIRDS OF PASSAGE-

Song of the Universal
Pioneers! O Pioneers!
To You

France-the 18th Year of These States

Myself and Mine

Year of Meteors (1859-60)

With Antecedents

A Broadway Pageant

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SEA-DRIFT-

Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
As I Ebb'd with the Ocean of Life
Tears

To the Man-of-War Bird

Aboard at a Ship's Helm
On the Beach at Night
The World Below the Brine
On the Beach at Night Alone
Song for All Seas, All Ships
Patrolling Barnegat
After the Sea-Ship

BY THE ROADSIDE-

A Boston Ballad-1854

Europe-the 72nd and 73rd Years of These States

A Hand-Mirror

Gods
Germs

Thoughts

When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer

Perfections

O Me! O Life!

To a President

-I Sit and Look Out

To Rich Givers

The Dalliance of the Eagles

Roaming in Thought

A Farm Picture

A Child's Maze
The Runner
Beautiful Women
Mother and Babe
Thought
Visor'd

Thought
Gliding o'er All

Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

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DRUM-TAPS

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Thought


To Old Age

Locations and Times

First, O Songs, for a Prelude

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Offerings

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Beat! Beat! Drums!

From Paumanok Starting I Fly like a Bird

Song of the Banner at Daybreak

Rise, O Days, from Your Fathomless Deeps
Virginia-the West

City of Ships

The Centenarian's Story
Cavalry Crossing a Ford
Bivouac on a Mountain Side
An Army Corps on the March
By the Bivouac's Fitful Flame

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Come Up from the Fields, Father

Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night

A March in the Ranks Hard- Prest, and the Road Unknown

A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Grey and Dim
As Toilsome I Wander'd Virginia's Woods
Not the Pilot

Year that Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me
The Wound-Dresser

Long, too Long, America

Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

Dirge for Two Veterans

Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice

I Saw Old General at Bay
The Artilleryman's Vision
Ethiopia Saluting the Colours
Not Youth Pertains to Me
Race of Veterans
World, Take Good Notice
O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy
Look Down, Fair Moon
Reconciliation

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How Solemn as One by One

As I lay with My Head in Your Lap, Camerado

Delicate Cluster

Turn, O Libertad

To the Leaven'd Soil They Trod

WEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN-

When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
O Captain! My Captain!

Hush'd be the Camps Today

This Dust was Once the Man

By Blue Ontario's Shore
Reversals

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

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LEAVES OF GRASS

INSCRIPTIONS

ONE'S-SELF I SING

ONE'S-SELF I sing, a simple separate person,
Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse.

Of physiology from top to toe I sing,

Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for the Muse,

I say the Form complete is worthier far, The Female equally with the Male I sing.

Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful, for freest action form'd under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing.

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,
Terrible in beauty, age, and power,

The genius of poets of old lands,

As to me directing like flame its eyes,

With finger pointing to many immortal songs,

And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,
Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring

bards?

And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,

The making of perfect soldiers.

Be it so, then I answer'd,

I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater one than any,

Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering, (Yet methinks certain, or as good as certain, at the last),

the field the world,

For life and death, for the Body and for the eternal Soul,
Lo, I too am come, chanting the chant of battles,
I above all promote brave soldiers.

IN CABIN'D SHIPS AT SEA

IN cabin'd ships at sea,

The boundless blue on every side expanding,

With whistling winds and music of the waves, the large imperious waves,

Or some lone bark buoy'd on the dense marine,

Where joyous, full of faith, spreading white sails,

She cleaves the ether mid the sparkle and the foam of day, or under many a star at night,

By sailors young and old haply will I, a reminiscence of the land, be read,

In full rapport at last.

Here are our thoughts, voyagers' thoughts,

Here not the land, firm land, alone appears, may then by them be said,

The sky o'erarches here, we feel the undulating deck beneath

our feet,

We feel the long pulsation, ebb and flow of endless motion, The tones of unseen mystery, the vague and vast suggestions of the briny world, the liquid-flowing syllables,

The perfume, the faint creaking of the cordage, the melancholy

rhythm,

The boundless vista and the horizon far and dim are all here, And this is ocean's poem.

Then falter not, O book, fulfil your destiny,

You not a reminiscence of the land alone,

You too as a lone bark cleaving the ether, purpos'd I know not whither, yet ever full of faith,

Consort to every ship that sails, sail you!

Bear forth to them folded my love (dear marines, for you I fold it here in every leaf);

Speed on my book! spread your white sails, my little bark, athwart the imperious waves,

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