(“The Seventeenth—the finest Regimental… Through the soft evening air enwinding a… Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentr… In dulcet streams, in flutes’ and cornet… Electric, pensive, turbulent, artificial…

With its cloud of skirmishers in advance… With now the sound of a single shot snap… irregular volley, The swarming ranks press on and on, the… Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun—…

A promise to California, Also to the great Pastoral Plains, and… Sojourning east a while longer, soon I… to teach robust American love; For I know very well that I and robust…

Amid these days of order, ease, prosperi… Amid the current songs of beauty, peace,… I cast a reminiscence—(likely ‘twill off… I heard it in my boyhood;)—More than a… A queer old savage man, a fighter under…

As I watch’d the ploughman ploughing, Or the sower sowing in the fields, or th… I saw there too, O life and death, your… (Life, life is the tillage, and Death i…

What you give me, I cheerfully accept, A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a… rendezvous with my poems; A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I… Why should I be ashamed to own such gif…

The prairie-grass dividing—its special o… I demand of it the spiritual correspondi… Demand the most copious and close compan… Demand the blades to rise of words, acts… Those of the open atmosphere, coarse, su…

This is the meal equally set, this the m… It is for the wicked just the same as th… I will not have a single person slighted… The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are here… The heavy-lipp’d slave is invited, the v…

Did we count great, O soul, to penetrat… Absorbing deep and full from thoughts, p… But now from thee to me, caged bird, to… Filling the air, the lonesome room, the… Is it not just as great, O soul?

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug… To his work without flinching the accouc… I see the elder-hand pressing receiving… I recline by the sills of the exquisite… And mark the outlet, and mark the relief…

Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird’s throat, the mu… Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields be… bed wander’d alone, bareheaded, barefoot…

Come my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons r… Have you your pistols? have you your sha… Pioneers! O pioneers! For we cannot tarry here,

To-day, from each and all, a breath of p… To memory of Him—to birth of Him.