Wash’d on America’s shores
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Whisper’d reverberations&emdash;chords for the ear of the West,
joyously sounding
Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable;)
Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,
(For not my life and years alone I give&emdash;all, all I give;)
These thoughts and Songs&emdash;waifs from the deep&emdash;here, cast
high and dry,
Wash’d on America’s shores. 2 Currents of starting a Continent new,
Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,
Fusion of ocean and land&emdash;tender and pensive waves,
(Not safe and peaceful only&emdash;waves rous’d and ominous too. Out of the depths, the storm’s abysms&emdash;who knows whence?
Death’s waves,
Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar and tatter’d
sail.)
1876 FROM MY LAST YEARS From my last years, last thoughts I here bequeath,
Scatter’d and dropt, in seeds, and wafted to the West,
Through moisture of Ohio, prairie soil of Illinois&emdash;through
Colorado, California air,
For Time to germinate fully. 1876 IN FORMER SONGS In former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate,
joyful Life,
But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death. And now, Life, Pride, Love, Patriotism and Death,
To you, O Freedom, purport of all!
(You that elude me most&emdash;refusing to be caught in songs of
mine,)
I offer all to you. 2 ‘Tis not for nothing, Death,
I sound out you, and words of you, with daring tone&emdash;
embodying you,
In my new Democratic chants&emdash;keeping you for a close,
For last impregnable retreat&emdash;a citadel and tower,
For my last stand&emdash;my pealing, final cry. 1876
Song of the Open Road
1 AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need
nothing,
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