 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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Over the western sea, hither from Niphon come,Courteous, the swart-cheek'd, two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
Ride to-day through Manhattan.
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Libertad!I do not know whether others behold what I behold,
In the procession, along with the nobles of Asia, the errand-bearers,
Bringing up the rear, hovering above, around, or in the ranks marching;
But I will sing you a song of what I behold, Libertad.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |