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WALT WHITMAN'S DRUM -TAPS. New-York. 1865.

SHUT NOT YOUR DOORS TO ME PROUD LIBRARIES.

CAVALRY CROSSING A FORD.

SONG OF THE BANNER AT DAY-BREAK.

BY THE BIVOUAC'S FITFUL FLAME.">

FROM PAUMANOK STARTING I FLY LIKE A BIRD.

BEGINNING MY STUDIES.

THE CENTENARIAN'S STORY.

PIONEERS! O PIONEERS!

QUICKSAND YEARS THAT WHIRL ME I KNOW NOT WHITHER.

WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER.

RISE O DAYS FROM YOUR FATHOMLESS DEEPS.

A CHILD'S AMAZE.

BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS!

COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER.

MOTHER AND BABE.

VIGIL STRANGE I KEPT ON THE FIELD ONE NIGHT.

BATHED IN WAR'S PERFUME.

A MARCH IN THE RANKS HARD-PREST, AND THE ROAD UNKNOWN.

LONG, TOO LONG, O LAND.

A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAY-BREAK GREY AND DIM.

A FARM PICTURE.

GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN.

OVER THE CARNAGE ROSE PROPHETIC A VOICE.

DID YOU ASK DULCET RHYMES FROM ME?

YEAR OF METEORS. (1859-60.)

YEARS OF THE UNPERFORM'D.

YEAR THAT TREMBLED AND REEL'D BENEATH ME.

THE VETERAN'S VISION.

O TAN-FACED PRAIRIE-BOY.

CAMPS OF GREEN.

AS TOILSOME I WANDER'D VIRGINIA'S WOODS.

HYMN OF DEAD SOLDIERS.

A BROADWAY PAGEANT. (RECEPTION JAPANESE EMBASSY, JUNE 16, 1860.)

FLAG OF STARS, THICK-SPRINKLED BUNTING.

LOOK DOWN FAIR MOON.

OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN, THE CROWD.

WORLD, TAKE GOOD NOTICE.

I SAW OLD GENERAL AT BAY.

OTHERS MAY PRAISE WHAT THEY LIKE.

SOLID, IRONICAL, ROLLING ORB.

HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY. A. L. BURIED APRIL 19, 1865.

WEAVE IN, WEAVE IN, MY HARDY LIFE.

TURN O LIBERTAD.

BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE.

PENSIVE ON HER DEAD GAZING, I HEARD THE MOTHER OF ALL.

NOT YOUTH PERTAINS TO ME.

SEQUEL TO DRUM-TAPS. (SINCE THE PRECEDING CAME FROM THE PRESS.) WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOOR-YARD BLOOM'D. AND OTHER PIECES.WASHINGTON. 1865-6.

LEAVES OF GRASS. SONGS BEFORE PARTING.

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O HASTENING light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble      for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take      his height — and you too will ascend!
O so amazing and broad — up there resplendent, dart-     ing and burning!
O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light!      with pouring glories!
O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless!
O ample and grand Presidentiads!
New history! new heroes! I project you!
Visions of poets! only you really last! O sweep on!      sweep on!
O heights too swift and dizzy yet!
O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than      I can stand!
(I must not venture — the ground under my feet men-     aces me — it will not support me;)
O present! I return to you while yet I may!