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+\documentclass[11pt]{book}
+\usepackage[repeat]{poetry}
+\usepackage[pagestyles,innermarks,clearempty]{titlesec}[2005/01/22 v2.6]
+\usepackage{example}
+
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+\newpagestyle {whitman} {
+ \sethead [\oldstylenums{\thepage}]
+ [\textsc{walt whitman}]
+ []
+ {}
+ {\textsc{memories of president lincoln}}
+ {\oldstylenums{\thepage}}
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+\begin{document}
+
+\ExampleTitle {Walt Whitman}
+ {Leaves of Grass\\[3ex]
+ \RelSize {-2}\textit{Memories of President Lincoln}}
+ {Signet Classics\\[.5ex]New American Library, 1958}
+
+\pagestyle {whitman}
+\thispagestyle {empty}
+
+
+\GroupTitle {MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd}
+
+
+ \Modus \excessus {\justified[850]}
+ \Facies \strophae {\Snumber}
+ \Forma {0{\penalty 1000}0}
+
+\stropha % 1
+
+When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
+And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
+I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
+ \vacua
+Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
+Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
+And thought of him I love.
+
+\stropha % 2
+
+O powerful western fallen star!
+O shades of night---O moody, tearful night!
+O great star disappear'd---O the black murk that hides the star!
+O cruel hands that hold me powerless---O helpless soul of me!
+O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.
+
+
+\stropha % 3
+
+In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-\\wash'd palings,
+Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
+With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
+With every leaf a miracle---and from this bush in the dooryard,
+With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
+A sprig with its flower I break.
+
+\stropha % 4
+
+In the swamp in secluded recesses,
+A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song.
+ \vacua
+Solitary the thrush,
+The hermit withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements,
+Sings by himself a song.
+ \vacua
+Song of the bleeding throat,
+Death's outlet song of life, (for well dear brother I know,
+If thou wast not granted to sing thou wouldist surely die.)
+
+\stropha % 5
+
+Over the breast of the spring, the land, amid cities,
+Amid lanes and through old woods, where lately the violets peep'd %
+ from the ground, spotting the gray debris,
+Amid the grass in the fields each side of the lanes, passing the %
+ endless grass,
+Passing the yellow-spear'd wheat, every grain from its shroud in the %
+ dark-brown fields uprisen,
+Passing the apple-tree blows of white and pink in the orchards,
+Carrying a corpse to where it shall rest in the grave,
+Night and day journeys a coffin.
+
+\stropha % 6
+
+Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
+Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land,
+With the pomp of the inloop'd flags with the cities draped in black,
+With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veil'd women standing,
+With processions long and winding and the flambeaus of the night,
+With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the %
+ unbared heads,
+With the waiting depot, the arriving coffin, and the sombre faces,
+With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong %
+ and solemn,
+With all the mournful voices of the dirges pour'd around the coffin,
+The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs---where amid these %
+ you journey,
+With the tolling tolling bells' perpetual clang,
+Here, coffin that slowly passes,
+I give you my sprig of lilac.
+
+\stropha % 7
+
+(Nor for you, for one alone,
+Blossoms and branches green to coffins all I bring,
+For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you \\O sane %
+ and sacred death.
+ \vacua
+All over bouquets of roses,
+O death, I cover you over with roses and early lilies,
+But mostly and now the lilac that blooms the first,
+Copious I break, I break the sprigs from the bushes,
+With loaded arms I come, pouring for you,
+For you and the coffins all of you O death.)
+
+\stropha % 8
+
+O western orb sailing the heaven,
+Now I know what you must have meant as a month since I walk'd,
+As I walk'd in silence the transparent shadowy night,
+As I saw you had something to tell as you bent to me night after night,
+As you droop'd from the sky low down as if to my side, (while the %
+ other stars all look'd on,)
+As we wander'd together the solemn night, (for something I know not %
+ what kept me from sleep,)
+As the night advanced, and I saw on the rim of the west how full you %
+ were of woe,
+As I stood on the rising ground in the breeze in the cool transparent night,
+As I watch'd where you pass'd and was lost in the netherward black %
+ of the night,
+As my soul in its trouble dissatisfied sank, as where you sad orb,
+Concluded, dropt in the night, and was gone.
+
+\stropha % 9
+
+Sing on there in the swamp,
+O singer bashful and tender, I hear your notes, I hear your call,
+I hear, I come presently, I understand you,
+But a moment I linger, for the lustrous star has detain'd me,
+The star my departing comrade holds and detains me.
+
+\stropha % 10
+
+O how shall I warble myself for the dead one there I loved?
+And how shall I deck my song for the large sweet soul that has gone?
+And what shall my perfume be for the grave of him I love?
+ \vacua
+Sea-winds blown from east and west,
+Blown from the Eastern sea and blown from the Western sea, till %
+ there on the prairies meeting,
+These and with these and the breath of my chant,
+I'll perfume the grave of him I love.
+
+\stropha % 11
+
+O what shall I hang on the chamber walls?
+And what shall the pictures be that I hang on the walls,
+To adorn the burial-house of him I love?
+Pictures of growing spring and farms and homes,
+With the Fourth-month eve at sundown, and the gray smoke lucid and bright,
+With floods of the yellow gold of the gorgeous, indolent, sinking %
+ sun, burning, expanding the air,
+With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves %
+ of the trees prolific,
+In the distance the flowing glaze, the breast of the river, with a %
+ wind-dapple here and there,
+With ranging hills on the banks, with many a line against the sky, %
+ and shadows,
+And the city at hand with dwellings so dense, and stacks of chimneys,
+And all the scenes of life and the workshops, and the work\-men %
+ homeward returning.
+
+\stropha % 12
+
+Lo, body and soul---this land,
+My own Manhattan with spires, and the sparkling and hurrying tides, %
+ and the ships,
+The varied and ample land, the South and the North in the light, %
+ Ohio's shores and flashing Missouri,
+And ever the far-spreading prairies cover'd with grass and corn.
+ \vacua
+Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty,
+The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes,
+The gentle soft-born measureless light,
+The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon,
+The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars,
+Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
+
+\stropha % 13
+
+Sing on, sing on you gray-brown bird,
+Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour your chant from the bushes,
+Limitless out of the dusk, out of the cedars and pines.
+ \vacua
+Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,
+Loud human song, with voice of uttermost woe.
+ \vacua
+O liquid and free and tender!
+O wild and loose to my soul---O wondrous singer!
+You only I hear---yet the star holds me, (but will soon depart,)
+Yet the lilac with mastering odor holds me.
+
+\stropha % 14
+
+Now while I sat in the day and look'd forth,
+In the close of the day with its light and the fields of spring, and %
+ the farmers preparing their crops,
+In the large unconscious scenery of my land with its lakes and forests,
+In the heavenly aerial beauty, (after the perturb'd winds and the storms,)
+Under the arching heavens of the afternoon swift passing, and the %
+ voices of children and women,
+The many-moving sea-tides, and I saw the ships how they sail'd,
+And the summer approaching with richness, and the fields all busy %
+ with labor,
+And the infinite separate houses, how they all went on, each with %
+ its meals and minutia of daily usages,
+And the streets how their throbbings throbb'd, and the cities pent--- %
+ lo, then and there,
+Falling upon them all and among them all, enveloping me with the rest,
+Appear'd the cloud, appear'd the long black trail,
+And I knew death, its thought, and the sacred knowledge of death.
+ \vacua
+Then with the knowledge of death as walking one side of me,
+And the thought of death close-walking the other side of me,
+And I in the middle as with companions, and as holding the hands 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 dimness,
+To the solemn shadowy cedars and ghostly pines so still.
+ \vacua
+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.
+ \vacua
+From deep secluded recesses,
+From the fragrant cedars and the ghostly pines so still,
+Came the carol of the bird.
+ \vacua
+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.
+ \vacua
+{\Facies* \textus {\itshape}
+Come lovely and soothing death,
+Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
+In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
+Sooner or later delicate death.
+ \vacua
+Prais'd be the fathomless universe,
+For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious,
+And for love, sweet love---but praise! praise! praise!
+For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
+ \vacua
+Dark mother always gliding near with soft feet,
+Have none chanted for thee a chant of fullest welcome?
+Then I chant it for thee, I glorify thee above all,
+I bring thee a song that when thou must indeed come, come unfalteringly.
+ \vacua
+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.
+ \vacua
+From me to thee glad serenades,
+Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and feastings for thee,
+And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread shy are fitting,
+And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
+ \vacua
+The night in silence under many a star,
+The ocean shore and the husky whispering wave whose voice I know,
+And the soul turning to thee O vast and well-veil'd death,
+And the body gratefully nestling close to thee.
+ \vacua
+Over the tree-tops I float thee a song,
+Over the rising and sinking waves, over the myriad fields and the %
+ prairies wide,
+Over the dense-pack'd cities all and the teeming wharves and ways,
+I float this carol with joy, with joy to thee O death.
+}
+\stropha % 15
+
+To the tally of my soul,
+Loud and strong kept up the gray-brown bird,
+With pure deliberate notes spreading filling the night.
+ \vacua
+Loud in the pines and cedars dim,
+Clear in the freshness moist and the swamp-perfume,
+And I with my comrades there in the night.
+ \vacua
+While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
+As to long panoramas of visions.
+ \vacua
+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,)
+And the staffs all splinter'd and broken.
+ \vacua
+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,
+And the armies that remain'd suffer'd.
+
+\stropha % 16
+
+Passing the visions, passing the night,
+Passing, unloosing the hold of my comrades' hands,
+Passing the song of the hermit bird and the tallying song of my soul,
+Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet varying ever-altering song,
+As low and wailing, yet clear the notes, rising and falling, %
+ flooding the 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,
+Passing, I leave thee lilac with heart-shaped leaves,
+I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming, returning with spring.
+ \vacua
+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.
+ \vacua
+Yet each to keep and all, retrievements out of the night,
+The song, the wondrous chant of the gray-brown bird,
+And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,
+With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe,
+With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird,
+Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, 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,
+There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.
+
+\Facies \strophae {}
+\stropha
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{O Captain! My Captain!}
+
+ \Forma \strophae {0{\penalty 1000}000234{\penalty 1000}5}
+ \SpatiumInfra {1ex plus .5ex \penalty -50}
+
+O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
+The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
+The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
+While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
+ But O heart! heart! heart!
+ O the bleeding drops of red,
+ Where on the deck my Captain lies,
+ Fallen cold and dead.
+
+O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
+Rise up---for you the flag is flung---for you the bugle trills,
+For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths---for you the shores a-crowding,
+For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
+ Here Captain! dear father!
+ This arm beneath your head!
+ It is some dream that on the deck,
+ You've fallen cold and dead.
+
+My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
+My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
+The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
+From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
+ Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
+ But I with mournful tread,
+ Walk the deck my Captain lies,
+ Fallen cold and dead.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{Hush'd Be the Camps To-Day\\
+ {\RelSize{-2}\textmd{[May 4, 1865]}}}
+
+Hush'd be the camps to-day,
+And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons,
+And each with musing soul retire to celebrate,
+Our dear commander's death.
+ \vacua
+No more for him life's stormy conflicts,
+Nor victory, nor defeat---no more time's dark events,
+Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky.
+But sing poet in our name,
+ \vacua
+Sing of the love we bore him---because you, dweller in camps, know it truly.
+ \vacua
+As they invault the coffin there,
+Sing---as they close the doors of earth upon him---one verse,
+For the heavy hearts of soldiers.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{This Dust Was Once the Man}
+
+This dust was once the man,
+Gentle, plain, just and resolute, under whose cautious hand,
+Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age,
+Was saved the Union of these States.
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\begin{poem}{By Blue Ontario's Shore}
+
+ \Modus \excessus {\justified[850]}
+ \Facies \strophae {\Snumber}
+
+\stropha % 1
+
+By blue Ontario's shore,
+As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd, and the %
+ dead that return no more,
+A Phantom gigantic superb, with stern visage accosted me,
+{\Facies* \textus {\itshape}
+Chant me the poem, \textup{it said}, that comes from the soul of Ameri\-ca, %
+ chant me the carol of victory,
+And strike up the marches of Libertad, marches more powerful yet,
+And sing me before you go the song of the throes of Democracy.
+}
+ \vacua
+(Democracy, the destin'd conqueror, yet treacherous lip-smiles everywhere,
+And death and infidelity at every step.)
+
+\stropha % 2
+
+A Nation announcing itself,
+I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated,
+I reject none, accept all, then reproduce all in my own forms.
+ \vacua
+A breed whose proof is in time and deeds,
+What we are we are, nativity is answer enough to objections,
+We wield ourselves as a weapon is wielded,
+We are powerful and tremendous in ourselves,
+We are executive in ourselves, we are sufficient in the variety of %
+ ourselves,
+We are the most beautiful to ourselves and in ourselves,
+We stand self-pois'd in the middle, branching thence over the world,
+From Missouri, Nebraska, or Kansas, laughing attacks to scorn.
+ \vacua
+Nothing is sinful to us outside of ourselves,
+Whatever appears, whatever does not appear, we are beautiful or %
+ sinful in ourselves only.
+ \vacua
+(O Mother---O Sisters dear!
+If we are lost, no victor else has destroy'd us,
+It is by ourselves we go down to eternal night.)
+
+\stropha % 3
+
+Have you thought there could be but a single supreme?
+There can be any number of supremes---one does not countervail %
+ another any more than one eyesight countervails another, or %
+ one life countervails another.
+ \vacua
+All is eligible to all,
+All is for individuals, all is for you,
+No condition is prohibited, not God's or any.
+ \vacua
+All comes by the body, only health puts you rapport with the universe.
+ \vacua
+Produce great Persons, the rest follows.
+
+\stropha % 4
+
+Piety and conformity to them that like,
+Peace, obesity, allegiance, to them that like,
+I am he who tauntingly compels men, women, nations,
+Crying, Leap from your seats and contend for your lives!
+ \vacua
+I am he who walks the States with a barb'd tongue, questioning every %
+ one I meet,
+Who are you that wanted only to be told what you knew before?
+Who are you that wanted only a book to join you in your nonsense?
+ \vacua
+(With pangs and cries as thine own O bearer of many children,
+These clamors wild to a race of pride I give.)
+ \vacua
+O lands, would you be freer than all that has ever been before?
+If you would be freer than all that has been before, come listen to me.
+ \vacua
+Fear grace, elegance, civilization, delicatesse,
+Fear the mellow sweet, the sucking of honey---juice,
+Beware the advancing mortal ripening of Nature,
+Beware what precedes the decay of the ruggedness of states and men.
+
+\stropha % 5
+
+Ages, precedents, have long been accumulating undirected materials,
+America brings builders, and brings its own styles.
+ \vacua
+The immortal poets of Asia and Europe have done their work and %
+ pass'd to other spheres,
+A work remains, the work of surpassing all they have done.
+ \vacua
+America, curious toward foreign characters, stands by its own at all %
+ hazards,
+Stands removed, spacious, composite, sound, initiates the true use %
+ of precedents,
+Does not repel them or the past or what they have produced under %
+ their forms,
+Takes the lesson with calmness, perceives the corpse slowly borne %
+ from the house,
+Perceives that it waits a little while in the door, that it was %
+ fittest for its days,
+That its life has descended to the stalwart and well-shaped heir who %
+ approaches,
+And that he shall be fittest for his days.
+ \vacua
+Any period one nation must lead,
+One land must be the promise and reliance of the future.
+ \vacua
+These States are the amplest poem,
+Here is not merely a nation but a teeming Nation of nations,
+Here the doings of men correspond with the broadcast doings of the %
+ day and night,
+Here is what moves in magnificent masses careless of particulars,
+Here are the roughs, beards, friendliness, combativeness, the soul loves,
+Here the flowing trains, here the crowds, equality, diversity, the %
+ soul loves.
+
+\stropha % 6
+
+Land of lands and bards to corroborate!
+Of them standing among them, one lifts to the light a west-bred face,
+To him the hereditary countenance bequeath'd both mother's and father's,
+His first parts substances, earth, water, animals, trees,
+Built of the common stock, having room for far and near,
+Used to dispense with other lands, incarnating this land,
+Attracting it body and soul to himself, hanging on its neck with %
+ incomparable love,
+Plunging his seminal muscle into its merits and demerits,
+Making its cities, beginnings, events, diversities, wars, vocal in him,
+Making its rivers, lakes, bays, embouchure in him,
+Mississippi with yearly freshets and changing chutes, Columbia, %
+ Niagara, Hudson, spending themselves lovingly in him,
+If the Atlantic coast stretch or the Pacific coast stretch, he %
+ stretching with them North or South,
+Spanning between them East and West, and touching whatever is between them,
+Growths growing from him to offset the growths of pine, ce\-dar, hemlock, %
+ live-oak, locust, chestnut, hickory, cottonwood, orange, magnolia,
+Tangles as tangled in him as any canebrake or swamp,
+He likening sides and peaks of mountains, forests coated with %
+ northern transparent ice,
+Off him pasturage sweet and natural as savanna, upland, prai\-rie,
+Through him flights, whirls, screams, answering those of the %
+ fish-hawk, mocking-bird, night-heron, and eagle,
+His spirit surrounding his country's spirit, unclosed to good and evil,
+Surrounding the essences of real things, old times and present times,
+Surrounding just found shores, islands, tribes of red aborigines,
+Weather-beaten vessels, landings, settlements, embryo stature and muscle,
+The haughty defiance of the Year One, war, peace, the formation of %
+ the Constitution,
+The separate States, the simple elastic scheme, the immigrants,
+The Union always swarming with blatherers and always sure and impregnable,
+The unsurvey'd interior, log-houses, clearings, wild animals, hunters, trappers,
+Surrounding the multiform agriculture, mines, temperature, the %
+ gestation of new States,
+Congress convening every Twelfth-month, the members duly coming %
+ up from the uttermost parts,
+Surrounding the noble character of mechanics and farmers, especially %
+ the young men,
+Responding their manners, speech, dress, friendships, the gait they %
+ have of persons who never knew how it felt to stand in the %
+ presence of superiors,
+The freshness and candor of their physiognomy, the copiousness and %
+ decision of their phrenology,
+The picturesque looseness of their carriage, their fierceness when wrong'd,
+The fluency of their speech, their delight in music, their cu\-ri\-os\-i\-ty, %
+ good temper and open-handedness, the whole composite make,
+The prevailing ardor and enterprise, the large amativeness,
+The perfect equality of the female with the male, the fluid movement %
+ of the population,
+The superior marine, free commerce, fisheries, whaling, gold-\\digging,
+Wharf-hemm'd cities, railroad and steamboat lines intersecting all points,
+Factories, mercantile life, labor-saving machinery, the Northeast, %
+ Northwest, Southwest,
+Manhattan firemen, the Yankee swap, southern plantation life,
+Slavery---the murderous, treacherous conspiracy to raise it\\ upon the %
+ ruins of all the rest,
+On and on to the grapple with it---Assassin! then your life or ours %
+ be the stake, and respite no more.
+
+\stropha % 7
+
+(Lo, high toward heaven, this day,
+Libertad, from the conqueress' field return'd,
+I mark the new aureola around your head,
+No more of soft astral, but dazzling and fierce,
+With war's flames and the lambent lightnings playing,
+And your port immovable where you stand,
+With still the inextinguishable glance and the clinch'd and lifted fist,
+And your foot on the neck of the menacing one, the scorner utterly %
+ crush'd beneath you,
+The menacing arrogant one that strode and advanced with his %
+ senseless scorn, bearing the murderous knife,
+The wide-swelling one, the braggart that would yesterday do so much,
+To-day a carrion dead and damn'd, the despised of all the earth,
+An offal rank, to the dunghill maggots spurn'd.)
+
+\stropha % 8
+
+Others take finish, but the Republic is ever constructive and ever %
+ keeps vista,
+Others adorn the past, but you O days of the present, I adorn you,
+O days of the future I believe in you---I isolate myself for your sake,
+O America because you build for mankind I build for you,
+O well-beloved stone-cutters, I lead them who plan with decision %
+ and science,
+Lead the present with friendly hand toward the future.
+(Bravas to all impulses sending sane children to the next age!
+But damn that which spends itself with no thought of the stain, %
+ pains, dismay, feebleness, it is bequeathing.)
+
+\stropha % 9
+
+I listened to the Phantom by Ontario's shore,
+I heard the voice arising demanding bards,
+By them all native and grand, by them alone can these States be %
+ fused into the compact organism of a Nation.
+ \vacua
+To hold men together by paper and seal or by compulsion is no account,
+That only holds men together which aggregates all in a living principle, %
+ as the hold of the limbs of the body or the fibres of plants.
+ \vacua
+Of all races and eras these States with veins full of poetical stuff most %
+ need poets, and are to have the greatest, and use them the greatest,
+Their Presidents shall not be their common referee so much as their %
+ poets shall.
+ \vacua
+(Soul of love and tongue of fire!
+Eye to pierce the deepest deeps and sweep the world!
+Ah Mother, prolific and full in all besides, yet how long barren, barren?)
+
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+
+Of these States the poet is the equable man,
+Not in him but off from him things are grotesque, eccentric, fail of %
+ their full returns,
+Nothing out of its place is good, nothing in its place is bad,
+He bestows on every object or quality its fit proportion, neither %
+ more nor less,
+He is the arbiter of the diverse, he is the key,
+He is the equalizer of his age and land,
+He supplies what wants supplying, he checks what wants checking,
+In peace out of him speaks the spirit of peace, large, rich, %
+ thrifty, building populous towns, encouraging agriculture, arts, %
+ commerce, lighting the study of man, the soul, health, %
+ immortality, government,
+In war he is the best backer of the war, he fetches artillery as %
+ good as the engineer's, he can make every word he speaks draw blood,
+The years straying toward infidelity he withholds by his steady faith,
+He is no arguer, he is judgment, (Nature accepts him absolutely,)
+He judges not as the judge judges but as the sun failing round %
+ helpless thing,
+As he sees the farthest he has the most faith,
+His thoughts are the hymns of the praise of things,
+In the dispute on God and eternity he is silent,
+He sees eternity less like a play with a prologue and denouement,
+He sees eternity in men and women, he does not see men and women %
+ as dreams or dots.
+ \vacua
+For the great Idea, the idea of perfect and free individuals,
+For that, the bard walks in advance, leader of leaders,
+The attitude of him cheers up slaves and horrifies foreign despots.
+ \vacua
+Without extinction is Liberty, without retrograde is Equality,
+They live in the feelings of young men and the best women,
+(Not for nothing have the indomitable heads of the earth been always %
+ ready to fall for Liberty.)
+
+
+\stropha % 11
+
+For the great Idea,
+That, O my brethren, that is the mission of poets.
+ \vacua
+Songs of stern defiance ever ready,
+Songs of the rapid arming and the march,
+The flag of peace quick-folded, and instead the flag we know,
+Warlike flag of the great Idea.
+ \vacua
+(Angry cloth I saw there leaping!
+I stand again in leaden rain your flapping folds saluting,
+I sing you over all, flying beckoning through the fight---O the %
+ hard-contested fight!
+The cannons ope their rosy-flashing muzzles---the hurtled balls scream,
+The battle-front forms amid the smoke---the volleys pour incessant %
+ from the line,
+Hark, the ringing word Charge!---now the tussle and the furious %
+ maddening yells,
+Now the corpses tumble curl'd upon the ground,
+Cold, cold in death, for precious life of you,
+Angry cloth I saw there leaping.)
+
+\stropha % 12
+
+Are you he who would assume a place to teach or be a poet here in %
+ the States?
+The place is august, the terms obdurate.
+ \vacua
+Who would assume to teach here may well prepare himself body and mind,
+He may well survey, ponder, arm, fortify, harden, make lithe himself,
+He shall surely be question'd beforehand by me with many and stern questions.
+ \vacua
+Who are you indeed who would talk or sing to America?
+Have you studied out the land, its idioms and men?
+Have you learn'd the physiology, phrenology, politics, ge\-og\-ra\-phy, %
+ pride, freedom, friendship of the land? its sub\-stra\-tums and objects?
+Have you consider'd the organic compact of the first day of the %
+ first year of Independence, sign'd by the Commissioners, ratified %
+ by the States, and read by Washington at the head of the army?
+Have you possess'd yourself of the Federal Constitution?
+Do you see who have left all feudal processes and poems behind them, %
+ and assumed the poems and processes of Democracy?
+Are you faithful to things? do you teach what the land and sea, the %
+ bodies of men, womanhood, amativeness, heroic angers, teach?
+Have you sped through fleeting customs, popularities?
+Can you hold your hand against all seductions, follies, whirls, %
+ fierce contentions? are you very strong? are you really of the %
+ whole People?
+Are you not of some coterie? some school or mere religion?
+Are you done with reviews and criticisms of life? animating now to %
+ life itself?
+Have you vivified yourself from the maternity of these States?
+Have you too the old ever-fresh forbearance and impartiality?
+Do you hold the like love for those hardening to maturity? for the %
+ last-born? little and big? and for the errant?
+ \Vacua
+What is this you bring my America?
+Is it uniform with my country?
+Is it not something that has been better told or done before?
+Have you not imported this or the spirit of it in some ship?
+Is it not a mere tale? a rhyme? a prettiness?---Is the good old cause in it?
+Has it not dangled long at the heels of the poets, politicians, %
+ literats, of enemies' lands?
+Does it not assume that what is notoriously gone is still here?
+Does it answer universal needs? will it improve manners?
+Does it sound with trumpet-voice the proud victory of the Union in %
+ that secession war?
+Can your performance face the open fields and the seaside?
+Will it absorb into me as I absorb food, air, to appear again in my %
+ strength, gait, face?
+Have real employments contributed to it? original makers, not mere %
+ amanuenses?
+Does it meet modern discoveries, calibres, facts, face to face?
+What does it mean to American persons, progresses, cities? Chicago, %
+ Kanada, Arkansas?
+Does it see behind the apparent cus\-to\-dians the real cus\-to\-dians %
+ standing, menacing, silent, the mechanics, Man\-hat\-tan\-ese, Western %
+ men, Southerners, significant alike in their apathy, and in the %
+ promptness of their love?
+Does it see what finally befalls, and has always finally be\-fal\-len, %
+ each temporizer, patcher, outsider, partialist, a\-larm\-ist, %
+ infidel, who has ever ask'd any thing of America?
+What mocking and scornful negligence?
+The track strew'd with the dust of skeletons,
+By the roadside others disdainfully toss'd.
+
+\stropha % 13
+
+Rhymes and rhymers pass away, poems distill'd from poems pass away,
+The swarms of reflectors and the polite pass, and leave ashes,
+Admirers, importers, obedient persons, make but the soil of literature,
+America justifies itself, give it time, no disguise can deceive it %
+ or conceal from it, it is impassive enough,
+Only toward the likes of itself will it advance to meet them,
+If its poets appear it will in due time advance to meet them, there %
+ is no fear of mistake,
+(The proof of a poet shall be sternly deferr'd till his country %
+ absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorb'd it.)
+ \vacua
+He masters whose spirit masters, he tastes sweetest who results %
+ sweetest in the long run,
+The blood of the brawn beloved of time is unconstraint;
+In the need of songs, philosophy, an appropriate native grand-opera, %
+ shipcraft, any craft,
+He or she is greatest who contributes the greatest original %
+ practical example.
+ \vacua
+Already a nonchalant breed, silently emerging, appears on the streets,
+People's lips salute only doers, lovers, satisfiers, positive knowers,
+There will shortly be no more priests, I say their work is done,
+Death is without emergencies here, but life is perpetual emergencies here,
+Are your body, days, manners, superb? after death you shall be superb,
+Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with irresistible po-\\wer;
+How dare you place any thing before a man?
+
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+
+Fall behind me States!
+A man before all---myself, typical, before all.
+ \vacua
+Give me the pay I have served for,
+Give me to sing the songs of the great Idea, take all the rest,
+I have loved the earth, sun, animals, I have despised riches,
+I have given aims to every one that ask'd, stood up for the stupid %
+ and crazy, devoted my income and labor to others,
+Hated tyrants, argued not concerning God, had patience and indulgence %
+ toward the people, taken off my hat to nothing known or unknown,
+\DriveOut Gone freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young, %
+ and with the mothers of families,
+Read these leaves to myself in the open air, tried them by trees, %
+ stars, rivers,
+Dismiss'd whatever insulted my own soul or defiled my body,
+Claim'd nothing to myself which I have not carefully claim'd for %
+ others on the same terms,
+Sped to the camps, and comrades found and accepted from every State,
+(Upon this breast has many a dying soldier lean'd to breathe his last,
+This arm, this hand, this voice, have nourish'd, rais'd, restored,
+To life recalling many a prostrate form;)
+I am willing to wait to be understood by the growth of the taste of myself,
+Rejecting none, permitting all.
+ \vacua
+(Say O Mother, have I not to your thought been faithful?
+Have I not through life kept you and yours before me?)
+
+\stropha % 15
+
+I swear I begin to see the meaning of these things,
+It is not the earth, it is not America who is so great,
+It is I who am great or to be great, it is You up there, or any one,
+It is to walk rapidly through civilizations, governments,theories,
+Through poems, pageants, shows, to form individuals.
+ \vacua
+Underneath all, individuals,
+I swear nothing is good to me now that ignores individuals,
+The American compact is altogether with individuals,
+The only government is that which makes minute of individuals,
+The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one %
+ single individual---namely to You.
+ \vacua
+(Mother! with subtle sense severe, with the naked sword in your hand,
+I saw you at last refuse to treat but directly with individuals.)
+
+\stropha % 16
+
+Underneath all, Nativity,
+I swear I will stand by my own nativity, pious or impious so\\be it;
+I swear I am charm'd with nothing except nativity,
+Men, women, cities, nations, are only beautiful from nativity.
+ \vacua
+Underneath all is the Expression of love for men and women,
+(I swear I have seen enough of mean and impotent modes of expressing %
+ love for men and women,
+After this day I take my own modes of expressing love for men and %
+ women.) in myself,
+ \vacua
+I swear I will have each quality of my race in myself,
+(Talk as you like, he only suits these States whose manners favor %
+ the audacity and sublime turbulence of the States.)
+ \vacua
+Underneath the lessons of things, spirits, Nature, governments, %
+ ownerships, I swear I perceive other lessons,
+Underneath all to me is myself, to you yourself, (the same %
+ monotonous old song.)
+
+\stropha % 17
+
+O I see flashing that this America is only you and me,
+Its power, weapons, testimony, are you and me,
+Its crimes, lies, thefts, defections, are you and me,
+Its Congress is you and me, the officers, capitols, armies, ships, %
+ are you and me,
+Its endless gestations of new States are you and me,
+The war, (that war so bloody and grim, the war I will henceforth %
+ forget), was you and me,
+Natural and artificial are you and me,
+Freedom, language, poems, employments, are you and me,
+Past, present, future, are you and me.
+ \vacua
+I dare not shirk any part of myself,
+Not any part of America good or bad,
+Not to build for that which builds for mankind,
+Not to balance ranks, complexions, creeds, and the sexes,
+Not to justify science nor the march of equality,
+Nor to feed the arrogant blood of the brawn belov'd of time.
+ \vacua
+I am for those that have never been master'd,
+For men and women whose tempers have never been master'd,
+For those whom laws, theories, conventions, can never master.
+ \vacua
+I am for those who walk abreast with the whole earth,
+Who inaugurate one to inaugurate all.
+ \vacua
+I will not be outfaced by irrational things,
+I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
+I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
+This is what I have learnt from America---it is the amount, and it I %
+ teach again.
+ \vacua
+(Democracy, while weapons were everywhere aim'd at your breast,
+I saw you serenely give birth to immortal children, saw in dreams %
+ your dilating form,
+Saw you with spreading mantle covering the world.)
+
+\stropha % 18
+
+I will confront these shows of the day and night,
+I will know if I am to be less than they,
+I will see if I am not as majestic as they,
+I will see if I am not as subtle and real as they,
+I will see if I am to be less generous than they,
+I will see if I have no meaning, while the houses and ships have meaning,
+I will see if the fishes and birds are to be enough for themselves, %
+ and I am not to be enough for myself.
+ \vacua
+I match my spirit against yours you orbs, growths, mountains, brutes,
+Copious as you are I absorb you all in myself, and become the master myself,
+America isolated yet embodying all, what is it finally except myself?
+These States, what are they except myself?
+ \vacua
+I know now why the earth is gross, tantalizing, wicked, it is for my sake,
+I take you specially to be mine, you terrible, rude forms.
+ \vacua
+
+(Mother, bend down, bend close to me your face,
+I know not what these plots and wars and deferments are for,
+I know not fruition's success, but I know that through war and crime %
+ your work goes on, and must yet go on.)
+
+\stropha % 19
+
+Thus by blue Ontario's shore,
+While the winds fann'd me and the waves came trooping toward me,
+I thrill'd with the power's pulsations, and the charm of my theme %
+ was upon me,
+Till the tissues that held me parted their ties upon me.
+ \vacua
+And I saw the free souls of poets,
+The loftiest bards of past ages strode before me,
+Strange large men, long unwaked, undisclosed, were disclosed to me.
+
+\stropha % 20
+
+O my rapt verse, my call, mock me not!
+Not for the bards of the past, not to invoke them have I launch'd %
+ you forth,
+Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario's shores,
+Have I sung so capricious and loud my savage song.
+ \vacua
+Bards for my own land only I invoke,
+(For the war the war is over, the field is clear'd,)
+Till they strike up marches henceforth triumphant and onward,
+To cheer O Mother your boundless expectant soul.
+ \vacua
+Bards of the great Idea! bards of the peaceful inventions! (for the %
+ war, the war is over!)
+Yet bards of latent armies, a million soldiers waiting ever-ready,
+Bards with songs as from burning coals or the lightning's fork'd stripes!
+Ample Ohio's, Kanada's bards---bards of California! inland bards\\---%
+ bards of the war!
+You by my charm I invoke.
+
+\Facies \strophae {}
+
+\end{poem}
+
+
+\begin{poem}{Reversals}
+
+Let that which stood in front go behind,
+Let that which was behind advance to the front,
+Let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions,
+Let the old propositions be postponed,
+Let a man seek pleasure everywhere except in himself,
+Let a woman seek happiness everywhere except in herself.
+
+
+\end{poem}
+
+\end{document}