Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WALT WHITMAN, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913)



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First Line: Thy soul hath revelled in the forests green
Last Line: Didst pass the heights where storms and the eagles meet.
Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Whitman, Walt (1819-1891)


Thy soul hath revelled in the forests green;
The solemn purple plains;
The immense far range of hills whose summits hoar
Mix with the eternal blue; the ceaseless roar
Of rivers swollen by Titanic rains:
Somewhat thy soul hath gathered of the might
Of thine America; by day, by night,
Watching, thy gaze hath won
A measured glimpse of what man's eyes shall see;
While Europe's slaves to kings have bent the knee
Thou, yokeless, hast been vassal of the sun:
Thou, scaling thought's untrodden mountain-sides,
Hast felt the heart of Freedom like a bride's
Against thine own heart beat;
While the old world struggled, cramped by prison-bars,
Thou, seeking Freedom's palace lit by stars,
Didst pass the heights where storms and the eagles meet.





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