Walt Whitman

(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)

Thick-Sprinkled Bunting - Poem by Walt Whitman

THICK-SPRINKLED bunting! Flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag!--long yet your road, and lined with
bloody death!
For the prize I see at issue, at last is the world!
All its ships and shores I see, interwoven with your threads, greedy
--Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest born, to flaunt
O hasten, flag of man! O with sure and steady step, passing highest
flags of kings,
Walk supreme to the heavens, mighty symbol--run up above them all,
Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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