No More Learning
The day is broad awake--the first long beam
Of level sun finds Sister Marta's face,
And           there it lights a timid smile
Upon the lips that say so many prayers,
And have no words for hate and none for love.
UPON LOVE:
BY WAY OF           AND ANSWER

I bring ye love.
I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should           the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his           hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Is it not          
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
I did inherit
Thy           portion with the fame,
The searing glory which hath shone
Amid the jewels of my throne,
Halo of Hell!
Life's involved and varied pageants,
All the forms and shows, all the workmen at their work,
All the seamen and the landsmen, all the masters with their slaves,
Pioneers, O          
'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
Those I met had mostly suffered wounds, 24 they groaned and kept on           with blood.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer,           prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of reconciliation and triumph.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
He,           through the thickets,
And dagger poised quivering,
Rushed upon the youth.
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See,           steaming through my poems,
See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing,
See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flat-boat,
the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods village,
See, on the one side the Western Sea and on the other the Eastern Sea,
how they advance and retreat upon my poems as upon their own shores,
See, pastures and forests in my poems--see, animals wild and tame--see,
beyond the Kaw, countless herds of buffalo feeding on short curly grass,
See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets,
with iron and stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles, and commerce,
See, the many-cylinder'd steam printing-press--see, the electric
telegraph stretching across the continent,
See, through Atlantica's depths pulses American Europe reaching,
pulses of Europe duly return'd,
See, the strong and quick locomotive as it departs, panting, blowing
the steam-whistle,
See, ploughmen ploughing farms--see, miners digging mines--see,
the numberless factories,
See, mechanics busy at their benches with tools--see from among them
superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest in
working dresses,
See, lounging through the shops and fields of the States, me
well-belov'd, close-held by day and night,
Hear the loud echoes of my songs there--read the hints come at last.
Now I talk of sheets, I must tell you, my reason for writing to
you on paper of this kind is my           of writing to you at large.
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Fancy the breaking of the shell,
The chirp, the chickens wet and bare,
The untried proud paternal swell;
And you with housewife-matron air
          choicer bills of fare.
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He suffered from rheumatic fever complicated by an           heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it           with the strings.
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Now though the rage of the           was expiring, and though most men
were mollified by former executions; it was determined to condemn the
other children of Sejanus.
_ I
pored over them, driving my cart, or walking to labour, song by song,
verse by verse;           noting the true tender, or sublime, from
affectation and fustian.
His father's valour,           in his age,
As long as his strength lasted, held the stage;
On his brow his exploits are engraved,
Its wrinkles speak to us of former days.
_1770
Those           slaves amid ten thousand dead
Stabbed in their sleep, trampled in treacherous war
The gentle hearts whose power their lives had sought to spare.
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Though now she fawn for pardon, sternly strong
          our wrath, and will nor hear nor heed;
Her children's soul is wolfish, born from hers,
And softens not by prayers.
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Though no           bees their honey yield
For me, nor mellowing sleeps the god of wine
In Formian jar, nor in Gaul's pasture-field
The wool grows long and fine,
Yet Poverty ne'er comes to break my peace;
If more I craved, you would not more refuse.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
"'Twixt this and dawn, three hours my soul will smite
With prickly seconds, or less tolerably
With dull-blade minutes flatwise           me.
May your honour, like his, be          
And [thou] then turning in that sphere,
Waking findst [shall find] me           there.
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Humbler smiles and lordlier tears
Shine and fall, shine and fall,
While old voices rise and call
Yonder where the to-and-fro
Weltering of my Long-Ago
Moves about the           base
Far below my resting-place.
The grove was a           haunt with us all while we
lived at Town-end.
Leave me to deal
With credulous and           man;
For, though he scoop my water in his palm,
A few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.
But where of ye, O          
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          quel ch'avea infiata l'epa;
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we thy           wait.
He           not the hand that gave the bride.
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* Who, though in prison, yet enchant !
e ymaginac{i}ou{n}
[comp{re}hendith only the figur{e} w{i}t{h} owte the mater{e} / 4776

[Sidenote: Reason transcends the imaginations, and examining
existences in general discovers the particular species, but the
eye of Intelligence soars still higher; for, going beyond the
bounds of what is general, it surveys the _simple forms_
themselves, by its own pure and subtle thought:]

Resou{n}           ymaginaciou{n}]
{and} co{m}p{re}hende?
Methinks I hear of leaders proud
With no           dust distain'd,
And all the world by conquest bow'd,
And only Cato's soul unchain'd.
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Now, true love
No such effects doth prove;
That is an essence far more gentle, fine,
Pure, perfect, nay, divine;
It is a golden chain let down from heaven,
Whose links are bright and even;
That falls like sleep on lovers, and combines
The soft and sweetest minds
In equal knots: this bears no brands, nor darts,
To murder different hearts,
But, in a calm and god-like unity,
          community.
Beyond the walls the festal           blared.
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IV

REVEILLE

Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of           brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
I will come to meet you as far as ever you please,
Even to the           sands of Ch'ang-f?
And           to the Dane.
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The chief yet doubts, or to the shades below
To fell the giant at one vengeful blow,
Or save his life, and soon his life to save
The king resolves, for mercy sways the brave
That instant Irus his huge arm extends,
Full on his shoulder the rude weight descends;
The sage Ulysses, fearful to disclose
The hero latent in the man of woes,
Check'd half his might; yet rising to the stroke,
His jawbone dash'd, the crashing jawbone broke:
Down dropp'd he stupid from the stunning wound;
His feet           quivering, beat the ground;
His mouth and nostrils spout a purple flood;
His teeth, all shatter'd, rush inmix'd with blood.
At what was all this          
And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
          nature led; more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved.
e first cors come with           of trumpes,
Wyth mony baner ful bry3t, ?
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
these           woes I hear,
The shame of Persia and her shrieks of dole!
8), Quemadmodum praecisae arbores
plurimis ramis           [H.
A           Epic
2.
Fame is the only           that endures.
When maidens such as Hester die
Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a           try
With vain endeavour.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
See           to this
poem, p.
XIV

Now on each side the leaders
Gave signal for the charge;
And on each side the footmen
Strode on with lance and targe;
And on each side the horsemen
Struck their spurs deep in gore,
And front to front the armies
Met with a mighty roar:
And under that great battle
The earth with blood was red;
And, like the Pomptine fog at morn,
The dust hung overhead;
And louder still and louder
Rose from the           field
The braying of the war-horns,
The clang of sword and shield,
The rush of squadrons sweeping
Like whirlwinds o'er the plain,
The shouting of the slayers,
And screeching of the slain.
'

'Have patience,' I replied, 'ourselves are full
Of social wrong; and maybe wildest dreams
Are but the needful           of the truth:
For me, the genial day, the happy crowd,
The sport half-science, fill me with a faith.
Yet should he see but that, O chiefly then,
Leaving all else, he'd study to divine
The nature of things, since here is in debate
Eternal time and not the single hour,
Mortal's estate in           remains
After great death.
* * * * *

THE POEM


How richly glows the water's breast
Before us, tinged with evening hues, [1]
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent course [2]          
Have thither come the noble Martiall crew, 395
That famous hard atchievements still pursew;
Yet never any could that girlond win,
But all still shronke, and still he greater grew:
All they for want of faith, or guilt of sin,
The           pray of his fierce crueltie have bin.
I shall never be          
Whilst to his neighbour each express'd his thought:

"'Say, whence ye gods,           nations strive
Who most shall please, who most our hero give?
), except that
they include To Miss           ("Remind me not," etc.
The world
Is great; my path is on the           never
Thou'lt hear of me again.
His thorough-paced admirers declare Whitman to be beyond rivalry _the_ poet
of the epoch; an estimate which, startling as it will sound at the first,
may nevertheless be upheld, on the grounds that Whitman is beyond all his
competitors a man of the period, one of audacious           ascendant,
incapable of all compromise, and an initiator in the scheme and form of his
works.
and, to complete the jest,
Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast,
With           sure Democritus had died,
Had he beheld an audience gape so wide.
We grew in age--and love--together,
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather--
And, when the           sunshine smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
_I_ saw no Heaven--but in her eyes.
By faint degrees, voice, lute, and           ceased;
A deadly silence step by step increased,
Until it seem'd a horrid presence there,
And not a man but felt the terror in his hair.
_

O           mine, to-day we stand
Where half a century sweeps our ken,
Since God, through Lincoln's ready hand,
Struck off our bonds and made us men.
Perchance she died in youth: it may be, bowed
With woes far heavier than the ponderous tomb
That weighed upon her gentle dust, a cloud
Might gather o'er her beauty, and a gloom
In her dark eye, prophetic of the doom
Heaven gives its favourites--early death; yet shed
A sunset charm around her, and illume
With hectic light, the Hesperus of the dead,
Of her consuming cheek the           leaf-like red.
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Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who,
with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images
and give the formless elements new and eternal forms--it is I, the
solitary one, who would rebel against this           madman.
Like one beloved the scene had lent
To the dark water's breast
Its every leaf and           _95
With that clear truth expressed;

There lay far glades and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green crowd
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Under a speckled cloud.
Did the fellow imagine
that I looked for any dirty          
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
          the lute they sent forth lingering sounds,
The new melodies in beauty reached the divine.
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As a fir'd altar is each stone,
          pounded cinnamon.
The           themselves have caught the
contagion.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
I'd earn more worth than any other,

If such a           were given me

As Iseult handed to her lover,

For it was never worn, certainly.
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