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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WALT WHITMAN, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO WALT WHITMAN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TWO RAMAGES FOR OLD MASTERS by ROBERT BLY QUIRKS: 2. THAT AFTERNOON I REMEMBERED by JOHN CIARDI READING WALT WHITMAN by CALVIN FORBES FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW WAITING INSIDE by DAVID IGNATOW WALT WHITMAN IN THE CIVIL WAR HOSPITALS by DAVID IGNATOW METAMORPHOSES: 3. PERSEUS (WALT WHITMAN) by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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