Walt Whitman Poems

AMERICA always!
Always our own feuillage!
Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of
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HOW solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by where
I stand;
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FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,
Once a queen--now lean and tatter'd, seated on the ground,
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BY the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow;--but first
I note,
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AS I walk these broad, majestic days of peace,
(For the war, the struggle of blood finish'd, wherein, O terrific
Ideal!
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I THOUGHT I was not alone, walking here by the shore,
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light--that one has utterly
disappeared,
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LAWS for Creations,
For strong artists and leaders--for fresh broods of teachers, and
perfect literats for America,
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EARTH, round, rolling, compact--suns, moons, animals--all these are
words to be said;
Watery, vegetable, sauroid advances--beings, premonitions, lispings
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Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
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