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Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river, yet in my house of
adobie, Yet returning eastward, yet in the Seaside State or in Maryland, Yet Kanadian cheerily braving the winter, the snow and ice wel
come to me, Yet a true son either of Maine or of the Granite State, or the
Narragansett Bay State, or the Empire State, Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same, yet welcoming every
new brother, Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones from the hour they
unite with the old ones, Coming among the new ones myself to be their companion and
equal, coming personally to you now, Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.
15 With me with firm holding, yet haste, haste on.
For your life adhere to me, (I may have to be persuaded many times before I consent to give
myself really to you, but what of that? Must not Nature be persuaded many times?) No dainty dolce affettuoso I, Bearded, sun-burnt, gray-neck'd, forbidding, I have arrived, To be wrestled with as I pass for the solid prizes of the universe, For such I afford whoever can persevere to win them.
On my way a moment I pause,
harbinge glad and sublime, And for the past I pronounce what the air holds of the red
The red aborigines,
and animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names, Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chatta
hoochee, Kaqueta, Oronoco, Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla, Leaving such to the States they melt, they depart, charging the
water and the land with names.
17 Expanding and swift, henceforth, Elements, breeds, adjustments, turbulent, quick and audacious, A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching, A new race dominating previous ones and grander far, with new
contests, New politics, new literatures and religions, new inventions and arts.
These, my voice announcing - I will sleep no more but arise,
less, stirring, preparing unprecedented waves and storms.
18 See, steamers steaming through my poems, See, in my poems immigrants continually coming and landing, See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's hut, the flat-boat,
the maize-leaf, the claim, the rude fence, and the backwoods
village, See, on the one side the Western Sea and on the other the Eastern
Sea, how they advance and retreat upon my poems as upon
their own shores, See, pastures and forests in my poems — see, animals wild and
tame — see, beyond the Kaw, countless herds of buffalo
feeding on short curly grass, See, in my poems, cities, solid, vast, inland, with paved streets,
with iron and stone edifices, ceaseless vehicles, and com
merce, See, the many-cylinder'd steam printing-press — see, the electric
telegraph stretching across the continent, See, through Atlantica's depths pulses American Europe reaching,
pulses of Europe duly return'd, See, the strong and quick locomotive as it departs, panting, blowing
the steam-whistle, See, ploughmen ploughing farms - see, miners digging mines
see, the numberless factories, See, mechanics busy at their benches with tools --- see from among
them superior judges, philosophs, Presidents, emerge, drest
in working dresses, See, lounging through the shops and fields of the States, me well
belov'd, close-held by day and night, Hear the loud echoes of my songs there — read the hints come at last.
19 ( camerado close ! O you and me at last, and us two only.