WALT WHITMAN Ultimate Collection: 500+ Works in Poetry & Prose. Walt Whitman

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style="font-size:15px;">       (the great pride of man in himself,)

       Chanter of Personality, outlining what is yet to be,

       I project the history of the future.

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      To thee old cause!

       Thou peerless, passionate, good cause,

       Thou stern, remorseless, sweet idea,

       Deathless throughout the ages, races, lands,

       After a strange sad war, great war for thee,

       (I think all war through time was really fought, and ever will be

       really fought, for thee,)

       These chants for thee, the eternal march of thee.

      (A war O soldiers not for itself alone,

       Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.)

      Thou orb of many orbs!

       Thou seething principle! thou well-kept, latent germ! thou centre!

       Around the idea of thee the war revolving,

       With all its angry and vehement play of causes,

       (With vast results to come for thrice a thousand years,)

       These recitatives for thee, — my book and the war are one,

       Merged in its spirit I and mine, as the contest hinged on thee,

       As a wheel on its axis turns, this book unwitting to itself,

       Around the idea of thee.

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      I met a seer,

       Passing the hues and objects of the world,

       The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense,

       To glean eidolons.

      Put in thy chants said he,

       No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,

       Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all,

       That of eidolons.

      Ever the dim beginning,

       Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle,

       Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,)

       Eidolons! eidolons!

      Ever the mutable,

       Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering,

       Ever the ateliers, the factories divine,

       Issuing eidolons.

      Lo, I or you,

       Or woman, man, or state, known or unknown,

       We seeming solid wealth, strength, beauty build,

       But really build eidolons.

      The ostent evanescent,

       The substance of an artist’s mood or savan’s studies long,

       Or warrior’s, martyr’s, hero’s toils,

       To fashion his eidolon.

      Of every human life,

       (The units gather’d, posted, not a thought, emotion, deed, left out,)

       The whole or large or small summ’d, added up,

       In its eidolon.

      The old, old urge,

       Based on the ancient pinnacles, lo, newer, higher pinnacles,

       From science and the modern still impell’d,

       The old, old urge, eidolons.

      The present now and here,

       America’s busy, teeming, intricate whirl,

       Of aggregate and segregate for only thence releasing,

       To-day’s eidolons.

      These with the past,

       Of vanish’d lands, of all the reigns of kings across the sea,

       Old conquerors, old campaigns, old sailors’ voyages,

       Joining eidolons.

      Densities, growth, facades,

       Strata of mountains, soils, rocks, giant trees,

       Far-born, far-dying, living long, to leave,

       Eidolons everlasting.

      Exalte, rapt, ecstatic,

       The visible but their womb of birth,

       Of orbic tendencies to shape and shape and shape,

       The mighty earth-eidolon.

      All space, all time,

       (The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns,

       Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use,)

       Fill’d with eidolons only.

      The noiseless myriads,

       The infinite oceans where the rivers empty,

       The separate countless free identities, like eyesight,

       The true realities, eidolons.

      Not this the world,

       Nor these the universes, they the universes,

       Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life,

       Eidolons, eidolons.

      Beyond thy lectures learn’d professor,

       Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope observer keen, beyond all mathematics,

       Beyond the doctor’s surgery, anatomy, beyond the chemist with his chemistry,

       The entities of entities,

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