Walt Whitman

LEAVES OF GRASS
(1891-92 issue)
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 As a strong bird on pinions free,
 Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
 Such be the thought I'd think of thee America,
 Such be the recitative I'd bring for thee.
 
 The conceits of the poets of other lands I'd bring thee not,
 Nor the compliments that have served their turn so long,
 Nor rhyme, nor the classics, nor perfume of foreign court or indoor
 library;
 But an odor I'd bring as from forests of pine in Maine, or breath of
 an Illinois prairie,
 With open airs of Virginia or Georgia or Tennessee, or from Texas
 uplands, or Florida's glades,
 Or the Saguenay's black stream, or the wide blue spread of Huron,
 With presentment of Yellowstone's scenes, or Yosemite,
 And murmuring under, pervading all, I'd bring the rustling sea-sound,
 That endlessly sounds from the two Great Seas of the world.
 
 And for thy subtler sense subtler refrains dread Mother,
 Preludes of intellect tallying these and thee, mind-formulas fitted
 for thee, real and sane and large as these and thee,
 Thou! mounting higher, diving deeper than we knew, thou
 transcendental Union!
 By thee fact to be justified, blended with thought,
 Thought of man justified, blended with God,
 Through thy idea, lo, the immortal reality!
 Through thy reality, lo, the immortal idea!