The many-moving sea-tides, and I saw the ships how they sail'd, And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with And the streets how their throbbings throbb'd, and the cities pent- Falling upon them all and among them all, enveloping me with the Appear'd the cloud, appear'd the long black trail, And I knew death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death. Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me, of companions, I fled forth to the hiding receiving night that talks not, Down to the shores of the water, the path by the swamp in the 115 120 dimness, To the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still. 125 And the singer so shy to the rest receiv'd me, The gray-brown bird I know receiv'd us comrades three, And he sang the carol of death and a verse for him I love. From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still, 130 Came the carol of the bird. And the charm of the carol rapt me, As I held as if by their hands my comrades in the night, And the voice of my spirit tallied the song of the bird. 135 Come, lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, Prais'd be the fathomless universe For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet, 140 Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all, I bring thee a song that, when thou must indeed come, come unfalleringly. Approach, strong deliveress; When it is so, when thou hast taken them, I joyously sing the dead, Lost in the loving floating ocean of thee, Laved in the flood of thy bliss, O death. From me to thee glad serenades, Dances for thee I propose, saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee; 145 150 And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread sky are fitting, The night in silence under many a star, 155 The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know, Over the tree-tops I float thee a song, Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the prairies wide, 160 Over the dense-pack'd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways, To the tally of my soul, Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird, With pure deliberate notes spreading, filling the night, 165 Clear in the freshness moist and the swamp-perfume, And I with my comrades there in the night; While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed, 170 And I saw askant the armies, I saw as in noiseless dreams hundreds of battle-flags; Borne through the smoke of the battles and pierc'd with missiles I saw them, And carried hither and yon through the smoke, and torn and bloody, And at last but a few shreds left on the staffs (and all in silence), 175 And the staffs all splinter'd and broken. I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them, And the white skeletons of young men, I saw them, I saw the debris and debris of all the slain soldiers of the war, But I saw they were not as was thought: They themselves were fully at rest, they suffer'd not; The living remain'd and suffer'd, the mother suffer'd, And the wife and the child and the musing comrade suffer'd, Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands, Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul, night, Sadly sinking and fainting, as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy, Covering the earth and filling the spread of the heaven, As that powerful psalm in the night I heard from recesses, I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring. I cease from my song for thee, From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee, O comrade lustrous with silver face in the night. 180 185 190 195 Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night, 200 With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe, With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird, for the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands-and this for his dear sake, Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, 205 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 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, 1867. WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear, Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals, Footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low, Ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing (Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses; Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing, (Some parturition rather, some solemn immortal birth; Some soul is passing over.) 1868. 5 5 ΙΟ Pouring in floods of melody in tones so pensive sweet and strong the like whereof was never heard, 5 Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceas'd their pacing, Making the hearer's pulses stop for ecstasy and awe. The sun was low in the west one winter day When down a narrow aisle amid the thieves and outlaws of the land (There by the hundreds seated, sear-faced murderers, wily counterfeiters, 10 Gather'd to Sunday church in prison walls, the keepers round Calmly a lady walk'd, holding a little innocent child by either hand; Whom seating on their stools beside her on the platform, She, first preluding with the instrument a low and musical prelude, In voice surpassing all, sang forth a quaint old hymn. A soul confined by bars and bands Cries, "Help! O help!" and wrings her hands; Nor pardon finds nor balm of rest. Ceaseless she paces to and fro: "It was not I that sinn'd the sin: The ruthless body dragg'd me in; Dear prison'd soul, bear up a space, 15 20 25 30 Convict no more, nor shame nor dole! De part-a God-enfranchis'd soul! The singer ceas'd. 35 One glance swept from her clear calm eyes o'er all those upturn'd faces, |