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I will make inseparable cities with their arms about each other's necks,
By the love of comrades,
By the manly love of comrades. For you these from me, O Democracy, to serve you ma femme!
you I am trilling these songs.
THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS
manic systems, Kant having studied and stated, Fichte and Schelling and
Hegel, Stated the lore of Plato, and Socrates greater than Plato, And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine
having studied long, I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic sys
tems, See the philosophies all, Christian churches and tenets see, Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ
the divine I see, The dear love of man for his comrade, the attraction of
friend to friend, Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and
RECORDERS AGES HENCE
exterior, I will tell you what to say of me,
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the
tenderest lover, The friend the lover's portrait, of whom his friend his
lover was fondest, Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless
ocean of love within him, and freely pour’d it forth, Who often walk'd lonesome walks thinking of his dear
friends, his lovers, Who pensive away from one he lov'd often lay sleepless
and dissatisfied at night, Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he
lov'd might secretly be indifferent to him, Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in
woods, on hills, he and another wandering hand in hand,
they twain apart from other men, Who oft as he saunter'd the streets curv'd with his arm
the shoulder of his friend, while the arm of his friend rested upon him also.
I HEAR IT WAS CHARGED AGAINST ME
institutions, But really I am neither for nor against institutions, (What indeed have I in common with them? or what with
the destruction of them ?) Only I will establish in the Mannahatta and in every city
of these States inland and seaboard, And in the fields and woods, and above every keel little or
large that dents the water, Without edifices or rules or trustees or any argument, The institution of the dear love of comrades.
I DREAM’D IN A DREAM
of the whole of the rest of the earth,
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love,
it led the rest, It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that
city, And in all their looks and words.
WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND?
the offing to-day under full sail ? The splendors of the past day? or the splendor of the
night that envelops me? Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread
around me? no; But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in
the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear
friends, The one to remain hung on the other's neck and passion
ately kiss'd him, While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in
AMONG THE MULTITUDE
brother, child, any nearer than I am,
you should discover me so by faint indirections, And I when I meet you mean to discover you by the like
SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need
nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, Strong and content I travel the open road. The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them. (Still here I carry my old delicious burdens, I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me
wherever I go, I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them, I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)
From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of limits and imag
inary lines, Going where I list, my own master total and absolute, Listening to others, considering well what they say, Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating, Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the
holds that would hold me. I inhale great draughts of space, The east and the west are mine, and the north and the
south are mine.
I can repeat over to men and women You have done such
good to me I would do the same to you, I will recruit for myself and you as I go, I will scatter myself among men and women as I
go, I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them, Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me, Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall
The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
sweetness of man and woman, (The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter
every day out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts
fresh and sweet continually out of itself.) Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat
of the love of young and old, From it falls distillid the charm that mocks beauty and
attainments, Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.
Allons ! whoever you are come travel with me!
is rude and incomprehensible at first, Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well
envelop’d, I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than
words can tell. Allons! we must not stop here, However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient
this dwelling we cannot remain here,