Not a grave of the murder"d for freedom but grows seed for freedom, in its turn to bear seed, Which the winds carry afar and re-sow, and the rains and the snows nourish.
Not a disembodied spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose, But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counseling, cautioning.
Liberty, let others despair of you-I never despair of you.
Is the house shut? is the master away?
Nevertheless, be ready, be not weary of watching, He will soon return, his messengers come anon.
A Hand-Mirror
Hold it up sternly-see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?) Outside fair costume, within ashes and filth, No more a flashing eye, no more a sonorous voice or springy step, Now some slave"s eye, voice, hands, step, A drunkard"s breath, unwholesome eater"s face, venerealee"s flesh, Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous, Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination, Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams, Words babble, hearing and touch callous, No brain, no heart left, no magnetism of s.e.x; Such from one look in this looking-gla.s.s ere you go hence, Such a result so soon-and from such a beginning!
G.o.ds
Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain, Be thou my G.o.d.
Thou, thou, the Ideal Man, Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving, Complete in body and dilate in spirit, Be thou my G.o.d.
O Death, (for Life has served its turn,) Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion, Be thou my G.o.d.
Aught, aught of mightiest, best I see, conceive, or know, (To break the stagnant tie-thee, thee to free, O soul,) Be thou my G.o.d.
All great ideas, the races" aspirations, All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts, Be ye my G.o.ds.
Or Time and s.p.a.ce, Or shape of Earth divine and wondrous, Or some fair shape I viewing, worship, Or l.u.s.trous...o...b..of sun or star by night, Be ye my G.o.ds.
Germs
Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts, The ones known, and the ones unknown, the ones on the stars, The stars themselves, some shaped, others unshaped, Wonders as of those countries, the soil, trees, cities, inhabitants, whatever they may be, Splendid suns, the moons and rings, the countless combinations and effects, Such-like, and as good as such-like, visible here or anywhere, stand provided for a handful of s.p.a.ce, which I extend my arm and half enclose with my hand, That containing the start of each and all, the virtue, the germs of all.
Thoughts
Of ownership-as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself; Of vista-suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos, presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain"d on the journey, (But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;) Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become supplied-and of what will yet be supplied, Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in what will yet be supplied.
When I Heard the Learn"d Astronomer When I heard the learn"d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till rising and gliding out I wander"d off by myself, In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look"d up in perfect silence at the stars.
Perfections
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, As souls only understand souls.
O Me! O Life!
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill"d with the foolish, Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?) Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew"d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these, O me, O life?
Answer.
That you are here-that life exists and ident.i.ty, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
To a President
All you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, You have not learn"d of Nature-of the politics of Nature you have not learn"d the great amplitude, rect.i.tude, impartiality, You have not seen that only such as they are for these States, And that what is less than they must sooner or later lift off from these States.
I Sit and Look Out
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame, I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men at anguish with themselves, remorseful after deeds done, I see in low life the mother misused by her children, dying, neglected, gaunt, desperate, I see the wife misused by her husband, I see the treacherous seducer of young women, I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love attempted to be hid, I see these sights on the earth, I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny, I see martyrs and prisoners, I observe a famine at sea, I observe the sailors casting lots who shall be kill"d to preserve the lives of the rest, I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like; All these-all the meanness and agony without end I sitting look out upon, See, hear, and am silent.
To Rich Givers
What you give me I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendezvous with my poems, A traveler"s lodging and breakfast as journey through the States,- why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman, For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.
The Dalliance of the Eagles
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) Skyward in air a sudden m.u.f.fled sound, the dalliance of the eagles, The rushing amorous contact high in s.p.a.ce together, The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel, Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling ma.s.s tight grappling, In tumbling turning cl.u.s.tering loops, straight downward falling, Till o"er the river pois"d, the twain yet one, a moment"s lull, A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing, Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight, She hers, he his, pursuing.
Roaming in Thought [After reading Hegel]
Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, And the vast all that is call"d Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.