Leaves Of Grass First And Death-Bed Editions - Plot & Excerpts
PAUMANOK Sea beauty! stretch’d and basking! One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce, steamers, sails, And one the Atlantic’s wind caressing, fierce or gentle—mighty hulls dark-gliding in the distance. Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water—healthy air and soil! Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine! FROM MONTAUK POINT I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak, Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,) The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance, The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps—that inbound urge and urge of waves, Seeking the shores forever. 635 TO THOSE WHO’VE FAIL’D To those who’ve fail‘d, in aspiration vast, To unnam’d soldiers fallen in front on the lead, To calm, devoted engineers—to over-ardent travelers—to pilots on their ships, To many a lofty song and picture without recognition—I’d rear a laurel-cover’d monument, High, high above the rest—To all cut off before their time, Possess’d by some strange spirit of fire, Quench’d by an early death.
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