The Complete Works of Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman

From these, for these, with these, a hurried line, dead tenor,

       A wafted autumn leaf, dropt in the closing grave, the shovel’d earth,

       To memory of thee.

Continuities

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      Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,

       No birth, identity, form — no object of the world.

       Nor life, nor force, nor any visible thing;

       Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.

       Ample are time and space — ample the fields of Nature.

       The body, sluggish, aged, cold — the embers left from earlier fires,

       The light in the eye grown dim, shall duly flame again;

       The sun now low in the west rises for mornings and for noons continual;

       To frozen clods ever the spring’s invisible law returns,

       With grass and flowers and summer fruits and corn.

Yonnondio

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      A song, a poem of itself — the word itself a dirge,

       Amid the wilds, the rocks, the storm and wintry night,

       To me such misty, strange tableaux the syllables calling up;

       Yonnondio — I see, far in the west or north, a limitless ravine, with

       plains and mountains dark,

       I see swarms of stalwart chieftains, medicine-men, and warriors,

       As flitting by like clouds of ghosts, they pass and are gone in the

       twilight,

       (Race of the woods, the landscapes free, and the falls!

       No picture, poem, statement, passing them to the future:)

       Yonnondio! Yonnondio! — unlimn’d they disappear;

       To-day gives place, and fades — the cities, farms, factories fade;

       A muffled sonorous sound, a wailing word is borne through the air

       for a moment,

       Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost.

Life

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      Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man;

       (Have former armies fail’d? then we send fresh armies — and fresh again;)

       Ever the grappled mystery of all earth’s ages old or new;

       Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud

       applause;

       Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious, unconvinced at last;

       Struggling to-day the same — battling the same.

Going Somewhere

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      My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend,

       (Now buried in an English grave — and this a memory-leaf for her dear sake,)

       Ended our talk — ”The sum, concluding all we know of old or modern

       learning, intuitions deep,

       “Of all Geologies — Histories — of all Astronomy — of Evolution,

       Metaphysics all,

       “Is, that we all are onward, onward, speeding slowly, surely bettering,

       “Life, life an endless march, an endless army, (no halt, but it is

       duly over,)

       “The world, the race, the soul — in space and time the universes,

       “All bound as is befitting each — all surely going somewhere.”

Small the Theme of My Chant

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      Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest — namely, One’s-Self —

       a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing.

       Man’s physiology complete, 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.

       Nor cease at the theme of One’s-Self. I speak the word of the

       modern, the word En-Masse.

       My Days I sing, and the Lands — with interstice I knew of hapless War.

       (O friend, whoe’er you are, at last arriving hither to commence, I

       feel through every leaf the pressure of your hand, which I return.

       And thus upon our journey, footing the road, and more than once, and

       link’d together let us go.)

True Conquerors

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      Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)

       Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,

       Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;

       Enough that they’ve survived at all — long life’s unflinching ones!

       Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all —

       in that alone,

       True conquerors o’er all the rest.

The United States to Old World Critics

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      Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete,

       Wealth, order, travel, shelter, products, plenty;

       As of the building of some varied, vast, perpetual edifice,

       Whence to arise inevitable in time, the towering roofs, the lamps,

       The solid-planted spires tall shooting to the stars.

The Calming Thought of All

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      That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations,

       Amid the changing schools, theologies, philosophies,

       Amid the bawling presentations new and old,

       The round earth’s silent vital laws, facts, modes continue.

Thanks in Old Age