If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, 'Twould not be you, Niagara -- nor you, ye limitless prairies -- nor your huge rifts of canyons, Colorado, Nor you, Yosemite -- nor Yellowstone, with all its spasmic geyser loops ascending to the skies, appearing and disappearing, Nor Oregon's white cones -- nor Huron's belt of mighty lakes -- nor Mississippi's stream: -- This seething hemisphere's humanity, as now, I'd name -- the still small voice vibrating -- America's choosing day, (The heart of it not in the chosen -- the act itself the main, the quadrennial choosing,) The stretch of North and South arous'd -- sea-board and inland -- Texas to Maine -- the Prairie States -- Vermont, Virginia, California, The final ballot-shower from East to West -- the paradox and conflict, The countless snow-flakes falling -- (a swordless conflict, Yet more than all Rome's wars of old, or modern Napoleon's:) the peaceful choice of all, Or good or ill humanity -- welcoming the darker odds, the dross: -- Foams and ferments the wine? it serves to purify -- while the heart pants, life glows: These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships, Swell'd Washington's, Jefferson's, Lincoln's sails. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIMNERMUS IN CHURCH by WILLIAM JOHNSON CORY SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL REBEL COLOR-BEARERS AT SHILOH by HERMAN MELVILLE NEAR DOVER, SEPTEMBER 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SHE SHALL NOT GUESS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 106. THE SUBLIME: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |