Election day, November, 1884
With husky-haughty lips, O sea
Washington's monument, February, 1885
Of that blithe throat of thine
To get the final lilt of songs
Small the theme of my chant
The United States to old world critics
Soon shall the winter's foil be here
While not the past forgetting.
Orange buds by mail from Florida
You lingering sparse leaves of me
Not meagre, latent boughs alone
As the Greek's signal flame
Now precident songs, farewell
After the supper and talk
Sail out for good, Eidolon Yacht
On, on the same, ye Jocund Twain
Old age's ship & crafty death's.
One thought ever at the fore
While behind all firm and erect
Nay, tell me not to-day the publish'd shame
Of many a smutch'd deed reminiscent
Poem of remembrance for a girl or a boy of these states
So far and so far, and on toward the end
In the new garden, in all the parts
Long I thought the knowledge
Hours continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted
When the full-grown poet came
The rounded catalogue divine complete
The unexpress'd - Grand is the seen
To soar in freedom and in fullness of power
Solid, ironical, rolling orb
No my enemies ever invade me
One song, America, before I go
Others may praise what they like
Who learns my lesson complete
An old man's thought of school
Whispers of heavenly death
Chanting the square deific
Of him I love day and night
Yet, yet ye downcast hours
As if a phantom caress'd me.
There was a child went forth
To a foil'd European revolutionaire
Out from behind this mask
To him that was crucified
You felons on trail in courts
I was looking a long while
Unfolded out of the folds
Ethiopia saluting the colors
As I lay with my head in your lap camerado
Lo, victress on the peaks
Spirit whose work is done
To the leaven'd soil they trod
Memories of President Lincoln
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd
Hush'd be the camps to-day
This dust was once the man
That music always round me
A noiseless patient spider
O living always, always dying
As I watch'd the ploughman ploughing
Thou mother with thy equal brood
From noon to starry night
Thou orb aloft full-dazzling
To a locomotive in winter
Ah poverties,Wincings, and sulky retreats
Spirit that form'd this scene
As I walk these broad majestic days
As at thy portals also death
Pensive on her dead gazing
A carol closing sixty-nine
Queries to my seventieth year
Abraham Lincoln, born Feb. 12, 1809
Out of May's shows selected.
What think you I take my pen in hand
To the East and to the West
Sometimes with one I love
To a western boy - Fast-anchor'd eternal O love
O you whom I often and silently come
A song of the rolling earth
Youth, day, old age, and night
Not heaving from my Ribb'd breast only
Of the terrible doubt of appearances
The base of all metaphysics
When I heard at the close of day
Are you the new person drawn toward me
Roots and leaves themselves alone
Not heat flames up and consumes
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing
This moment yearning and thoughtful
I hear it was charged against me
The prairie-grass dividing
When I peruse the conquer'd fame
We two boys together clinging
Here the frailest leves of me
From pent-up aching rivers
One hour to madness and joy
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd
Ages and ages returning at intervals
We two, how long we were fool'd
I am he that aches with love
Once I pass'd through a populous city
I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ
Facing west from California's shores
As Adam early in the morning
Scented herbage of my breast
Whoever you are holding me now in hand
These I singing in spring.
On journey's through the states
Still though the one I sing
From Paumanok starting I fly like a bird
Song of the banner at daybreak
Rise O days from your fathomless deeps
Bivouac on a mountain side
An army corps of the march
By the Bivouac's fitful flame
Come up from the fields father
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night
A march in the ranks hard-prest
A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim
As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods
Year that trembled and reel'd beneath me
Give me the splendid silent sun
Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice
The artilleryman's vision.
The dalliane of the Eagles
Hast never come to thee an hour
To the states, to identify the 16th, 17th or 18th presidentiad
First O songs for a prelude
France the 18th year of these states
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking
As I ebb'd with the ocean of life
The world below the brine
On the beach at night alone
Song for all seas, all ships
Europe the 72nd and 73rd years of these states
When I heards the lean'd astronomer.