OF the visages of things--And of piercing through to the accepted
Of ugliness--To me there is just as much in it as there is in
beauty--And now the ugliness of human beings is acceptable to
WHILE my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long,
And my head on the pillow rests at home, and the vacant midnight
WHO are you, dusky woman, so ancient, hardly human,
With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet?
Why, rising by the roadside here, do you the colors greet?
LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me--O if I could
but obtain knowledge!
Then my lands engrossed me--Lands of the prairies, Ohio's land, the
southern savannas, engrossed me--For them I would live--I would
IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful
But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.
ME imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
Master of all, or mistress of all--aplomb in the midst of irrational
AS TOILSOME I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves, kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas
O STAR of France!
The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,
Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,