I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deck-hand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day -- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUGUST FIRST by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SENECA LAKE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 87. AL-GHANI by EDWIN ARNOLD A COLD TEMPERAMENT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE PHILANDERER by BERTON BRALEY AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) |