I see the battle-fields of the earth, grass grows upon them and
     blossoms and corn,
I see the tracks of ancient and modern expeditions.

I see the nameless masonries, venerable messages of the
     unknown events, heroes, records of the earth.

I see the places of the sagas,
I see pine-trees and fir-trees torn by northern blasts,
I see granite bowlders and cliffs, I see green meadows and
     lakes,
I see the burial-cairns of Scandinavian warriors,
I see them raised high with stones by the marge of restless
     oceans, that the dead men's spirits when they wearied of
     their quiet graves might rise up through the mounds and
     gaze on the tossing billows, and be refresh'd by storms,
     immensity, liberty, action.

I see the steppes of Asia,
I see the tumuli of Mongolia, I see the tents of Kalmucks
     and Baskirs,
I see the nomadic tribes with herds of oxen and cows,
I see the table-lands notch'd with ravines, I see the jungles
     and deserts,
I see the camel, the wild steed, the bustard, the fat-tail'd
     sheep, the antelope, and the burrowing wolf.

I see the highlands of Abyssinia,
I see flocks of goats feeding, and see the fig-tree, tamarind,
     date,
And see fields of teff-wheat and places of verdure and gold.

I see the Brazilian vaquero,
I see the Bolivian ascending mount Sorata,
I see the Wacho crossing the plains, I see the incomparable
     rider of horses with his lasso on his arm,
I see over the pampas the pursuit of wild cattle for their hides.

I see the regions of snow and ice,
I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn,
I see the seal-seeker in his boat poising his lance,
I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge drawn by dogs,

I see the porpoise-hunters, I see the whale-crews of the south
     Pacific and the north Atlantic,
I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland — I
     mark the long winters and the isolation.

I see the cities of the earth and make myself at random a part
     of them,
I am a real Parisian,
I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick,
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels,
     Berne, Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin, Florence,
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or northward in
     Christiania or Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in
     some street in Iceland,
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.

I see vapors exhaling from unexplored countries,
I see the savage types, the bow and arrow, the poison'd
     splint, the fetich, and the obi.

I see African and Asiatic towns,
I see Algiers, Tripoli, Derne, Mogadore, Timbuctoo,
     Monrovia,
I see the swarms of Pekin, Canton, Benares, Delhi, Calcutta,
     Tokio,
I see the Kruman in his hut, and the Dahoman and
     Ashanteeman in their huts,
I see the Turk smoking opium in Aleppo,
I see the picturesque crowds at the fairs of Khiva and those of
     Herat,
I see Teheran, I see Muscat and Medina and the intervening
     sands, I see the caravans toiling onward,
I see Egypt and the Egyptians, I see the pyramids and obelisks,
I look on chisell'd histories, records of conquering kings,
     dynasties, cut in slabs of sand-stone, or on graniteblocks.

I see at Memphis mummy-pits containing mummies embalm'd,
     swathed in linen-cloth, lying there many centuries,
I look on the fall'n Theban, the large-ball'd eyes, the
     side-drooping neck, the hands folded across the breast.