Leaves of Grass Part 64

Apple orchards, the trees all cover'd with blossoms; Wheat fields carpeted far and near in vital emerald green; The eternal, exhaustless freshness of each early morning; The yellow, golden, transparent haze of the warm afternoon sun; The aspiring lilac bushes with profuse purple or white flowers.

Halcyon Days

Not from successful love alone, Nor wealth, nor honor'd middle age, nor victories of politics or war; But as life wanes, and all the turbulent pa.s.sions calm, As gorgeous, vapory, silent hues cover the evening sky, As softness, fulness, rest, suffuse the frame, like fres.h.i.+er, balmier air, As the days take on a mellower light, and the apple at last hangs really finish'd and indolent-ripe on the tree, Then for the teeming quietest, happiest days of all!

The brooding and blissful halcyon days!

FANCIES AT NAVESINK [I] The Pilot in the Mist

Steaming the northern rapids-(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence, A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why, Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;) Again 'tis just at morning-a heavy haze contends with daybreak, Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me-I press through foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me, Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.

[II] Had I the Choice

Had I the choice to tally greatest bards, To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will, Homer with all his wars and warriors-Hector, Achilles, Ajax, Or Shakspere's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Oth.e.l.lo-Tennyson's fair ladies, Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme, delight of singers; These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter, Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer, Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse, And leave its odor there.

[III] You Tides with Ceaseless Swell

You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!

You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through s.p.a.ce's spread, Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations, What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius'?

what Capella's?

What central heart-and you the pulse-vivifies all? what boundless aggregate of all?

What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in you? what fluid, vast ident.i.ty, Holding the universe with all its parts as one-as sailing in a s.h.i.+p?

[IV] Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning

Last of ebb, and daylight waning, Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming, With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies, Many a m.u.f.fled confession-many a sob and whisper'd word, As of speakers far or hid.

How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!

Poets unnamed-artists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost designs, Love's unresponse-a chorus of age's complaints-hope's last words, Some suicide's despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and never again return.

On to oblivion then!

On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!

On for your time, ye furious debouche!

[V] And Yet Not You Alone

And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb, Nor you, ye lost designs alone-nor failures, aspirations; I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming; Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again-duly the hinges turning, Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending, Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself, The rhythmus of Birth eternal.

[VI] Proudly the Flood Comes In

Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing, Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling, All throbs, dilates-the farms, woods, streets of cities-workmen at work, Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing-steamers' pennants of smoke-and under the forenoon sun, Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the inward bound, Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.

[VII] By That Long Scan of Waves

By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself, In every crest some undulating light or shade-some retrospect, Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas-scenes ephemeral, The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead, Myself through every by-gone phase-my idle youth-old age at hand, My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past, By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing, And haply yet some drop within G.o.d's scheme's ensemble-some wave, or part of wave, Like one of yours, ye mult.i.tudinous ocean.

[VIII] Then Last Of All

Then last of all, caught from these sh.o.r.es, this hill, Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning: Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same, The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.

Election Day, November, 1884

If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, 'Twould not be you, Niagara-nor you, ye limitless prairies-nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite-nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser-loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon's white cones-nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes-nor Mississippi's stream: -This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name-the still small voice vibrating-America's choosing day, (The heart of it not in the chosen-the act itself the main, the quadriennial choosing,) The stretch of North and South arous'd-sea-board and inland- Texas to Maine-the Prairie States-Vermont, Virginia, California, The final ballot-shower from East to West-the paradox and conflict, The countless snow-flakes falling-(a swordless conflict, Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the peaceful choice of all, Or good or ill humanity-welcoming the darker odds, the dross: -Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify-while the heart pants, life glows: These stormy gusts and winds waft precious s.h.i.+ps, Swell'd Was.h.i.+ngton's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails.

With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!

With husky-haughty lips, O sea!

Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat sh.o.r.e, Imaging to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, (I see and plainly list thy talk and conference here,) Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal, Thy ample, smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun, Thy brooding scowl and murk-thy unloos'd hurricanes, Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness; Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears-a lack from all eternity in thy content, (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest-no less could make thee,) Thy lonely state-something thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet never gain'st, Surely some right withheld-some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of freedom-lover pent, Some vast heart, like a planet's, chain'd and chafing in those breakers, By lengthen'd swell, and spasm, and panting breath, And rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves, And serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter, And undertones of distant lion roar, (Sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf ear-but now, rapport for once, A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,) The first and last confession of the globe, Outsurging, muttering from thy soul's abysms, The tale of cosmic elemental pa.s.sion, Thou tellest to a kindred soul.

Death of General Grant

As one by one withdraw the lofty actors, From that great play on history's stage eterne, That lurid, partial act of war and peace-of old and new contending, Fought out through wrath, fears, dark dismays, and many a long suspense; All past-and since, in countless graves receding, mellowing, Victor's and vanquish'd-Lincoln's and Lee's-now thou with them, Man of the mighty days-and equal to the days!

Thou from the prairies!-tangled and many-vein'd and hard has been thy part, To admiration has it been enacted!

Red Jacket (From Aloft)

Upon this scene, this show, Yielded to-day by fas.h.i.+on, learning, wealth, (Nor in caprice alone-some grains of deepest meaning,) Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds' blended shapes, As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrill'd with its soul, Product of Nature's sun, stars, earth direct-a towering human form, In hunting-s.h.i.+rt of film, arm'd with the rifle, a half-ironical smile curving its phantom lips, Like one of Ossian's ghosts looks down.

Was.h.i.+ngton's Monument February, 1885

Ah, not this marble, dead and cold: Far from its base and shaft expanding-the round zones circling, comprehending, Thou, Was.h.i.+ngton, art all the world's, the continents' entire-not yours alone, America, Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot, Or frozen North, or sultry South-the African's-the Arab's in his tent, Old Asia's there with venerable smile, seated amid her ruins; (Greets the antique the hero new? 'tis but the same-the heir legitimate, continued ever, The indomitable heart and arm-proofs of the never-broken line, Courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same-e'en in defeat defeated not, the same:) Wherever sails a s.h.i.+p, or house is built on land, or day or night, Through teeming cities' streets, indoors or out, factories or farms, Now, or to come, or past-where patriot wills existed or exist, Wherever Freedom, pois'd by Toleration, sway'd by Law, Stands or is rising thy true monument.

Of That Blithe Throat of Thine

Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank, I'll mind the lesson, solitary bird-let me too welcome chilling drifts, E'en the profoundest chill, as now-a torpid pulse, a brain unnerv'd, Old age land-lock'd within its winter bay-(cold, cold, O cold!) These snowy hairs, my feeble arm, my frozen feet, For them thy faith, thy rule I take, and grave it to the last; Not summer's zones alone-not chants of youth, or south's warm tides alone, But held by sluggish floes, pack'd in the northern ice, the c.u.mulus of years, These with gay heart I also sing.

Broadway

What hurrying human tides, or day or night!

What pa.s.sions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim thy waters!

What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee!

What curious questioning glances-glints of love!

Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!