|Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:|
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. VIVIII: Literature of the Republic, Part III., 18351860
|To the Man-of-War Bird|
|By Walt Whitman (18191892)|
[Leaves of Grass.
1855.Leaves of Grass, and Two Rivulets: Centennial Edition.
1876.Leaves of Grass: with additions.
THOU who hast slept all night upon the storm,
|Waking renewd on thy prodigious pinions,|
|(Burst the wild storm? above it thou ascendedst,|
|And rested on the sky, thy slave that cradled thee,)|
|Now a blue point, far, far in heaven floating,|| 5|
|As to the light emerging here on deck I watch thee,|
|(Myself a speck, a point on the worlds floating vast.)|
|Far, far at sea,|
|After the nights fierce drifts have strewn the shore with wrecks,|
|With re-appearing day as now so happy and serene,|| 10|
|The rosy and elastic dawn, the flashing sun,|
|The limpid spread of air cerulean,|
|Thou also re-appearest.|
|Thou born to match the gale, (thou art all wings,)|
|To cope with heaven and earth and sea and hurricane,|| 15|
|Thou ship of air that never furlst thy sails,|
|Days, even weeks untired and onward, through spaces, realms gyrating,|
|At dusk that lookst on Senegal, at morn America,|
|That sportst amid the lightning-flash and thunder-cloud,|
|In them, in thy experiences, hadst thou my soul,|| 20|
|What joys! what joys were thine!|