extricating, fusing,
Equable, natural, mystical Union thou, (the mortal with
immortal blent,)
Shalt soar toward
the fulfilment of the future, the spirit of
the body and the mind,
The soul, its destinies.
The soul, its destinies, the real real,
(Purport of all these apparitions of the real;)
In thee America, the
soul, its destinies,
Thou globe of globes! thou wonder nebulous!
By many a throe of heat and cold convuls'd,
(by these thyself
solidifying,)
Thou mental, moral orb — thou New, indeed new, Spiritual
World!
The Present
holds thee not — for such vast growth as thine,
For such unparallel'd flight as thine, such brood as thine,
The
Future only holds thee and can hold thee.
1872 1881
A PAUMANOK PICTURE
Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still,Ten fishermen waiting — they discover a thick school of
mossbonkers — they drop the join'd seine-ends in the water,
The boats separate and row off, each on its rounding course
to the beach, enclosing the mossbonkers,
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats, others stand
ankle-deep in the water, pois'd on strong legs,
The boats partly drawn up, the water slapping against them,
Strew'd on the sand in heaps and windrows, well out from
the water, the green-back'd spotted mossbonkers.
1881 1881