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Leaves of grass, by Walt Whitman, including a fac-simile autobiography, variorum readings of the poems and a depart- ment of gathered leaves. Philadelphia, D, McKay ,°1900,
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PREFACE.
Tuis edition of LEAVES OF GRASS, presenting, as it does, many new features, requires a word of explanation. The early editions are now almost entirely out of the market, a fact of no great importance to the reader, were it not that they are sought for more because of their contents than their imprint.
Perhaps no author was given more to change than Walt Whit- man. Many poems or parts of poems have been either altered, or discarded for a time to appear in a new form in later editions, and not a few have disappeared entirely. His poems appeal to the student rather than to the casual reader, and this edition has been prepared with the clearest recognition of that fact. It aims to give the growing as well as the grown Whitman. ‘The accepted readings are given in the text. Each poem has been carefully compared with that appearing in all previous editions, and the changes have been inserted in footnotes. The lines have been numbered, by which means the reader can readily compare the various readings and mark their transformations. Under the head of ‘‘ Gathered Leaves’’ I have collected such poems as have been dropped by the way, some of which appeared in only one, and others in several editions.
As Walt Whitman’s publisher, I was frequently called upon to give information concerning poems whose headings had been changed. These have been noted, and in the alphabetical list at the end of the volume all such titles appear, with reference to
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iv PREFACE
This work is but a recognition of the necessities which were developed by years of association with Leaves or Grass. That it will be appreciated by all lovers of Whitman I do not ques- tion. For any errors of commission I accept all responsibility ; for those of omission (and there are a few), conditions which I could not control are alone responsible, a fact which time will yet correct. Walt Whitman was an unique character. As his most successful publisher I saw much of him, and learned to love his sweet and kindly nature. No one could enter the charmed circle of his friendship without feeling the mastery of his person- ality. This book, the work of my own hands, I give as a token of those never-to-be-forgotten days. To have met Whitman was a privilege, to have been his friend was an honor. The latter was mine; and among the many reminiscences of my life, none are to me more pleasing than those which gather about the name
of ‘‘ The Good Grey Poet.”’ Davip McKay.
CONTENTS.
(For Alphabetical Index of Titles see End of Volume.) -
PREFACE, . AUTOBIOGRAPHY (Facsimile), INSCRIPTIONS. One’s-Self I Sing, é As I Ponder’d in Silence, In Cabin’d Ships at Sea, To Foreign Lands, To a Historian, . For Him I Sing, ’ When I read the Book, Beginning my Studies, To Thee, Old Cause! . Starting/from Paumanok, The Ship Starting, . Unfolded Out of the Folds, To You, Walt itman, Laws)|for Creations, Visor’ d, “ CHILDREN oF ADAM. To the Garden the World, rom Pent-up Aching Rivers, I\Sing the Body Electric, . A, Woman Waits for Me, Spontaneous Me, 3 e Hour to Madness and Joy, : e Two—How Long We were Fool’d, Ont of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd, Native Moments, 2 Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City, Facing West from California’s Shores, . Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals, O Hymen! O Hymenee! ‘As Adam, Early in the Morning,
I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Orgen, 4
I am He that Aches with Love, . f To Him that was Crucified, - Perfections, CALAMUS.
In Paths Untrodden, . 5
Scented Herbage of My Breast,
Whoever You are, Holding Me now in | Hand,
These, I, Singing in Spring, A Song,
Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only, . f
Of the Terrible Doubt of Bia ioe The Base of all Metaphysics,
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CALAMUS. : PAGE Recorders Ages Hence, . 5 : . 2 > 1/126 When I heard at the Close of the Day, 3 4 d 6 . 126 Are You the New person, drawn toward Me? . 6 - 127 Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone, . és - A 3 : 128 Not Heat Flames up and Consumes, . . 5 5 ok 2s Trickle, Drops, : 5 5 : ; 2 : 5 i. (£20 City of Orgies, . 5 : . 6 3 2 c a 48) Behold this Swarthy Face, : : 3 : 6 ‘ =i1Z0 I saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing, é 6 130 To a Stranger, : . 131 This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful, 3 13
I hear it was Charged against Me, f 6 : 4 wh 32 The Prairie- Grass Dividing, , : c 5 . ° 7 1B2 We Two Boys Together lipgine - : 4 : 5 a aEs3 A Promise to California, : 5 5 “ 5 , ee
Here the Frailest Leaves of Me, . : . : 5 : 2 =F 4133 When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame, . . E 5 ° - 134 What think You I take my Penin Hand? . ¢ 6 4 - 134
A Glimpse, : . 3 ‘ ‘ Ah ieyl No Labor-Saving Machine, . : ° - - ° ° : Saat 2 A Leaf for Hand in Hand, : : : ° ° ets To the East and to the West, : c F ° 5 E35 Earth! my Likeness ! é “i “ . A . 2 = 130 I Dream’d in a Dream, : . * 5 A : Te136
Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love, : : : s 5 . 136 Sometimes with One I Love, 3 5 . : ° «| 137 That Shadow, my Likeness, cS . 5 . c 6 wretsy Among the Multitude, ° c . . . : . eS 7.
To a Western Boy, : . : 5 - 138
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come, : . : - . 138
Full of Life, Now, . ‘ 2 é = rss Salut au Monde, : 2 ; ‘ . : f 139 JNKChavbleligy iNosewaes 3 . . . . ° ° o I5r The Runner, . ° 5 : O . 5 . é OLE Beautiful Women, . : : ° . : ° . I51 Mother and Babe, . : : ° : ° 5 I51 Thought, . - ; : . 5 5 . . . : - X51 American Feuillage, . é : ‘ : . ° ° 3 SP kaGy Song of the Broad-Axe, . ‘3 ‘ s . A
Song of the Open Road, . 3 5 3 5 LEAVES OF GRASS.
I Sit and Look Out, . 5 5 ° ° S : Ye) Me Imperturbe, . : 5 ° « “ESO As I lay with Head in your ‘Lap, ‘Camerado, 5 , ; - 180 Crossing Brooklyn Ferry, . 5 : 3 2 BIOd With Antecedents, : 3 : ; 5 3 5 ‘ - 188 THE ANSWERER. Now List to my Morning’s Romanza, . 5 : : 5 - 190 The Indications, : . . 5 . : : == LOS Poets to Come, . 5 . . . . . z LOS I Hear America Singing, : 5 5 : A : : a EOS The City Dead-House, : . : R ‘ : - - 196 A Farm-Picture, 5 : 5 : : 3 : 0 5 LOY,
Carol of Occupations, . fe 4 é - 197
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THE ANSWERER. Thoughts, The Sleepers, Carol of Words, we Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats, LEAVES OF GRASS. A Boston Ballad, 1854, ,
Year of Meteors, 1859’ ae ; : A Broadway Pageant, : 5 A Thought, . : ° 5 : :
LEAVES OF GRASS. There was a Child went Forth, Longings for Home, You Felons on Trial in Courts, To a Common Prostitute, . I was Looking a He While,
To a President, . 3 To The States,
Drum-Taprs. Drum-Taps, : = c . 1861, ‘ ; f : Beat ! Beat ! Drums! 3 bs =
From Paumanok Starting, . 5 6
Rise, O Days, . 5 . : :
City of Ships, - 4 .
The Centenarian’s Story,
An Army Corps on the March,
‘Cavalry Crossing a Ford,
Bivouac on a Mountain Side,
By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame,
Come up from the Fields, Father,
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field,
A March in the Ranks, Hard- ee:
A Sight in Camp,
Not the Pilot, .
As Toilsome I Wander’d,
Year that Trembled,
The Dresser, . - -
Long, too Long, O Land! . S
Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun,
Dirge for Two Veterans, . :
Over the Carnage, .
The Artilleryman’s Vision, . ‘
I saw Old General at Bay, .
O Tan-faced Prairie Boy,
Look Down, Fair Moon,
Reconciliation,
Spirit whose Work is Done,
How Solemn as One by One,
Not Youth Pertains to Me, . C
To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod, °
Delicate Cluster, c
Song of the Banner at Day-Break,
Ethiopia Saluting the Colors, Y ‘ Lo! Victress on the Peaks, . : i
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Drum-TAaprs. World, Take Good Notice, . 3 3 Thick-Sprinkled Bunting, A LEAVES OF GRASS. Faces, ‘ Manhattan Streets I Saunter’ d, Pondering, Z All is Truth, Voices, MARCHES NOW THE WAR Is OveER. As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s sie Pioneers! O Pioneers! 5 Turn, O Libertad, Adieu to a Soldier, As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days, Weave in, Weave in, My aah Pg 5 Race of Veterans, ‘ LEAVES OF GRASS. This Compost, 5 ° 6 . . Unnamed Lands, : r f d : Mannahatta, A : 5 5 : : Old Ireland, 2 A ‘ . ° To Oratists, ‘ 4 é : : A Hand-Mirror,
Germs,
LEAVES OF Grass. O Me! O Life! 3 6 C ° c Thoughts, . . : : 5 5 : Beginners, . : :
Soncs OF INSURRECTION. | Still, though the One I Sing, : : To a foil’d European Revolutionaire, 4 . France, the 18th year of These States, Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These e States, Walt Whitman’s Caution, To a Certain Cantatrice, LEAVES OF GRASS, To You, SONGS oF PARTING. As the Time Draws Nigh, Years of the Modern, . Thoughts, . Song at Sunset, . : When I heard the Learn’ d Astronomer, To Rich Givers, ‘ 5 So Long, ; Passage to India, Thought, O Living Always—Always Dying, Proud Music of The Storm, ASHES OF SOLDIERS. Ashes of Soldiers, In Midnight Sleep, Camps of Green, To a Certain Civilian,
Pensive on Her Dead a I Heard the Mother of All,
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PRESIDENT LINCOLN’S BuRIAL Hymn.
When Lilacs Last in the ee Bloom’ d,
O Captain! My Captain ! Hush’d be the Cains To-day, This Dust was Once the Man, Poem of Joys, . é 5 To Think of Time, 5 * Chanting the Square Deific, " 4 WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH. Whispers of Heavenly Death, Darest Thou Now, O Soul, Of Him I Love Day and Night, . Assurances, 5 Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours; Quicksand Years, : That Music Always Round Me, : As if a Phantom Caress’d ee Here, Sailor, A Noiseless Patient Spider, The Last Invocation, .
As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing,
Pensive and Faltering, SEA-SHORE MEMORIES.
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Tears,
Aboard at a | Ship’ s Helm,
On the Beach at Night,
The World Below the Brine, On the Beach at Night, Alone,
LEAVES OF GRASS. A Carol of Harvest for 1867, The Singer in the Prison, Warble for Lilac-Time, , Who Learns My Lesson on Complete? Thought, Myself and Mine, To Old Age, Miracles, . Sparkles "from The Wheel, Excelsior, . 5 Mediums, . Kosmos, To a Pupil, What am I, After All? - Others may Praise what They Like, Brother of All, with Generous Hand, Night on The: Prairies, i On Journeys Through The States Savantism, . Locations and Times, Thought, Offerings, Tests,
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LEAVES OF GRASS. The Torch, ; 6 3 f 4 Gods, c c A 5 4 . To One Shortly to Die, 5 Now FINALE TO THE SHORE, Now Finale to the Shore, . 6 Shut Not Your ee &e.,
Thought, . . ; The Untold Watt, x . Portals, . : 6 :
These Carols, .
What Place is Besieged?
Joy, Shipmate, Joy! . 5
After all, not to Create Only, 9
One Song, America, Before I Go,
Souvenirs of Democracy, . S
As aStrong Bird on Pinions Free,
The Mystic Trumpeter,
O Star of France,
Virginia—The West,
By Broad Potomac’s Shore, GATHERED LEAVES.
Apostroph,
O Sun of Real Peace: 3
O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig ! :
So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End,
In the New Garden i in all the Parts,
States ! : ° .
Long I Thought ‘that Knowledge,
Hours Continuing Long,
Who is now Reading This ?
Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love,
AlonVYiou,, : : at
Of the Visage of ‘Things, 5 ° Says, . 0 : . ° Debris, °
What General has a Good Army, Despairing Cries,
One Sweeps By,
What Weeping Face, .
I will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’ s Nest, Behavior, . 5
I Thought I was ‘not Alone, Inscription, . Not My Enemies Ever ‘Invade Me, 4 Great are the Myths, . Poem of Remembrance for a Girl ora Boy, Think of the Soul, Respondez ! : . Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb, : . Bathed i in War’ s ss Sea D : Thought,
Lessons, 5
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INSCRIPTIONS.
ONE’S-SELF I SING.
First published in 1870.
One’s-SELF I sing—a simple, separate Person ; Yet utter the word Democratic, the word £x-masse.
Of Physiology from top to toe I sing; Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse
—TI say the Form complete is worthier far ; The Female equally with the male I sing.
Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power,
Cheerful—for freest action form’d, under the laws divine,
The Modern Man I sing. *
AS I PONDER’D IN SILENCE. First published in 1870, Z.
As I ponder’d in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long, : A Phantom arose before me, with distrustful aspect, Terrible in beauty, age, and power,
The genius of poets of old lands, As to me directing like flame its eyes,
With finger pointing to many immortal songs,
And menacing voice, What singest thou ? it said ;
Know’ st thou not, there ts but one theme for ever-enduring