AS CONSEQUENT, Etc.
As consequent from store of summer rains,
Or wayward rivulets in autumn flowing,
Or many a herb-lined
Or subterranean sea-rills making for the sea,
Songs of continued years I sing.
Life's ever-modern rapids first, (soon, soon to blend,
With the old streams of death.)
Some threading Ohio's farm-fields or the woods,
Some down Colorado's ca\dt\nons from sources of perpetual
Some half-hid in Oregon, or away southward in Texas,
Some in the north finding their way to Erie,
Some to Atlantica's bays, and so to the great salt brine.
In you whoe'er you are my book perusing,
In I myself, in all the world, these currents flowing,
All, all toward
the mystic ocean tending.
Currents for starting a continent new,
Overtures sent to the solid out of the liquid,
Fusion of ocean and
land, tender and pensive waves,
(Not safe and peaceful only, waves rous'd and ominous too,
Out of the
depths the storm's abysmic waves, who knows
Raging over the vast, with many a broken spar
Or from the sea of Time, collecting vasting all, I bring,
A windrow-drift of weeds and shells.
O little shells,
so curious-convolute, so limpid-cold and
Will you not little shells to the tympans of temples
Murmurs and echoes still call up, eternity's music faint and
Wafted inland, sent from Atlantica's
rim, strains for the soul
of the prairies,
Whisper'd reverberations, chords for the ear of the West
Your tidings old, yet ever new and untranslatable,
Infinitesimals out of my life, and many a life,
not my life and yours alone I give all, all I give,)
These waifs from the deep, cast high and dry,
on America's shores?
THE RETURN OF THE HEROES
For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself,
Now I awhile retire to thee O soil of autumn
Reclining on thy breast, giving myself to thee,
Answering the pulses of thy sane and equable heart,
a verse for thee.
O earth that hast no voice, confide to me a voice,
O harvest of my lands O boundless summer growths,
lavish brown parturient earth O infinite teeming womb,
A song to narrate thee.
Ever upon this stage,
Is acted God's calm annual drama,
Gorgeous procession, songs of birds,
that fullest feeds and freshens most the soul,
The heaving sea, the waves upon the shore, the musical,
The woods, the stalwart trees, the slender, tapering trees,
The liliput countless armies of
The heat, the showers, the measureless pasturages,
The scenery of the snows, the winds' free orchestra,
stretching light-hung roof of clouds, the clear cerulean
and the silvery fringes,
The high dilating stars, the
placid beckoning stars,
The moving flocks and herds, the plains and emerald meadows,
The shows of all
the varied lands and all the growths and