 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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For I too, raising my voice, join the ranks of this pageant;I am the chanter—I chant aloud over the pageant;
I chant the world on my Western Sea;
I chant, copious, the islands beyond, thick as stars in the sky;
I chant the new empire, grander than any before—As in a vision it comes to me;
I chant America, the Mistress—I chant a greater supremacy;
I chant, projected, a thousand blooming cities yet, in time, on those groups of sea-islands;
I chant my sail-ships and steam-ships threading the archipelagoes;
I chant my stars and stripes fluttering in the wind;
I chant commerce opening, the sleep of ages having done its work—races, reborn, refresh'd;
Lives, works, resumed—The object I know not—but the old, the Asiatic, renew'd, as it must be,
Commencing from this day, surrounded by the world.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |