Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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 'Twas well, O soul--'twas a good preparation you gave me,
 Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill,
 Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea never gave us,
 Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities,
 Something for us is pouring now more than Niagara pouring,
 Torrents of men, (sources and rills of the Northwest are you indeed
 inexhaustible?)
 What, to pavements and homesteads here, what were those storms of
 the mountains and sea?
 What, to passions I witness around me to-day? was the sea risen?
 Was the wind piping the pipe of death under the black clouds?
 Lo! from deeps more unfathomable, something more deadly and savage,
 Manhattan rising, advancing with menacing front--Cincinnati, Chicago,
 unchain'd;
 What was that swell I saw on the ocean? behold what comes here,
 How it climbs with daring feet and hands--how it dashes!
 How the true thunder bellows after the lightning--how bright the
 flashes of lightning!
 How Democracy with desperate vengeful port strides on, shown
 through the dark by those flashes of lightning!
 (Yet a mournful wall and low sob I fancied I heard through the dark,
 In a lull of the deafening confusion.)