POET.

I hear and see not strips of cloth alone;

I hear the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging sentry;

I hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men--I hear LIBERTY!

I hear the drums beat, and the trumpets blowing;

I myself move abroad, swift-rising, flying then;

I use the wings of the land-bird, and use the wings of the sea-bird, and

look down as from a height.

I do not deny the precious results of peace--I see populous cities, with

wealth incalculable;

I see numberless farms--I see the farmers working in their fields or barns;

I see mechanics working--I see buildings everywhere founded, going up, or

finished;

I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks, drawn by the

locomotives;

I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charleston, New Orleans;

I see far in the west the immense area of grain--I dwell a while, hovering;

I pass to the lumber forests of the north, and again to the southern

plantation, and again to California;

Sweeping the whole, I see the countless profit, the busy gatherings, earned

wages;

See the identity formed out of thirty-six spacious and haughty States, (and

many more to come;)

See forts on the shores of harbours--see ships sailing in and out;

Then over all, (aye! aye!) my little and lengthened pennant shaped like a

sword

Runs swiftly up, indicating war and defiance--And now the halyards have

raised it,

Side of my banner broad and blue--side of my starry banner,

Discarding peace over all the sea and land.

Poems by Walt Whitman · 第 20 / 35 题