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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535134" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song Of The Redwood-Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A CALIFORNIA song!<br> A prophecy and indirection--a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air;<br> A chorus of dryads, fading, departing--or hamadryads departing;<br> A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,<br> Voice of a mighty dying tree in the Redwood forest dense.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Farewell, my brethren,<br> Farewell, O earth and sky--farewell, ye neighboring waters;<br> My time has ended, my term has come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Along the northern coast,<br> Just back from the rock-bound shore, and the caves, 10<br> In the saline air from the sea, in the Mendocino country,<br> With the surge for bass and accompaniment low and hoarse,<br> With crackling blows of axes, sounding musically, driven by strong<br> arms,<br> Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes--there in the Redwood<br> forest dense,<br> I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The choppers heard not--the camp shanties echoed not;<br> The quick-ear'd teamsters, and chain and jack-screw men, heard not,<br> As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to<br> join the refrain;<br> But in my soul I plainly heard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Murmuring out of its myriad leaves,  20<br> Down from its lofty top, rising two hundred feet high,<br> Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs--out of its foot-thick bark,<br> That chant of the seasons and time--chant, not of the past only, but<br> the future.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> You untold life of me,<br> And all you venerable and innocent joys,<br> Perennial, hardy life of me, with joys, 'mid rain, and many a summer<br> sun,<br> And the white snows, and night, and the wild winds;<br> O the great patient, rugged joys! my soul's strong joys, unreck'd by<br> man;<br> (For know I bear the soul befitting me--I too have consciousness,<br> identity,<br> And all the rocks and mountains have--and all the earth;) 30<br> Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine,<br> Our time, our term has come.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Nor yield we mournfully, majestic brothers,<br> We who have grandly fill'd our time;<br> With Nature's calm content, and tacit, huge delight,<br> We welcome what we wrought for through the past,<br> And leave the field for them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For them predicted long,<br> For a superber Race--they too to grandly fill their time,<br> For them we abdicate--in them ourselves, ye forest kings! 40<br> In them these skies and airs--these mountain peaks--Shasta--Nevadas,<br> These huge, precipitous cliffs--this amplitude--these valleys grand--<br> Yosemite,<br> To be in them absorb'd, assimilated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Then to a loftier strain,<br> Still prouder, more ecstatic, rose the chant,<br> As if the heirs, the Deities of the West,<br> Joining, with master-tongue, bore part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Not wan from Asia's fetishes,<br> Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house,<br> (Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and<br> scaffolds every where,)   50<br> But come from Nature's long and harmless throes--peacefully builded<br> thence,<br> These virgin lands--Lands of the Western Shore,<br> To the new Culminating Man--to you, the Empire New,<br> You, promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You occult, deep volitions,<br> You average Spiritual Manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself--<br> giving, not taking law,<br> You Womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and<br> love, and aught that comes from life and love,<br> You unseen Moral Essence of all the vast materials of America, (age<br> upon age, working in Death the same as Life,)<br> You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould<br> the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space,<br> You hidden National Will, lying in your abysms, conceal'd, but ever<br> alert,    60<br> You past and present purposes, tenaciously pursued, may-be<br> unconscious of yourselves,<br> Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface;<br> You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts,<br> statutes, literatures,<br> Here build your homes for good--establish here--These areas entire,<br> Lands of the Western Shore,<br> We pledge, we dedicate to you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For man of you--your characteristic Race,<br> Here may be hardy, sweet, gigantic grow--here tower, proportionate to<br> Nature,<br> Here climb the vast, pure spaces, unconfined, uncheck'd by wall or<br> roof,<br> Here laugh with storm or sun--here joy--here patiently inure,<br> Here heed himself, unfold himself (not others' formulas heed)--here<br> fill his time,   70<br> To duly fall, to aid, unreck'd at last,<br> To disappear, to serve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus, on the northern coast,<br> In the echo of teamsters' calls, and the clinking chains, and the<br> music of choppers' axes,<br> The falling trunk and limbs, the crash, the muffled shriek, the<br> groan,<br> Such words combined from the Redwood-tree--as of wood-spirits' voices<br> ecstatic, ancient and rustling,<br> The century-lasting, unseen dryads, singing, withdrawing,<br> All their recesses of forests and mountains leaving,<br> From the Cascade range to the Wasatch--or Idaho far, or Utah,<br> To the deities of the Modern henceforth yielding,  80<br> The chorus and indications, the vistas of coming humanity--the<br> settlements, features all,<br> In the Mendocino woods I caught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> The flashing and golden pageant of California!<br> The sudden and gorgeous drama--the sunny and ample lands;<br> The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south;<br> Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air--valleys and mountain<br> cliffs;<br> The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow--the silent, cyclic<br> chemistry;<br> The slow and steady ages plodding--the unoccupied surface ripening--<br> the rich ores forming beneath;<br> At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession,<br> A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where;<br> Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the<br> whole world,    90<br> To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises<br> of the Pacific;<br> Populous cities--the latest inventions--the steamers on the rivers--<br> the railroads--with many a thrifty farm, with machinery,<br> And wool, and wheat, and the grape--and diggings of yellow gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> But more in you than these, Lands of the Western Shore!<br> (These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground,)<br> I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years,<br> till now deferr'd,<br> Promis'd, to be fulfill'd, our common kind, the Race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The New Society at last, proportionate to Nature,<br> In Man of you, more than your mountain peaks, or stalwart trees<br> imperial,    100<br> In Woman more, far more, than all your gold, or vines, or even vital<br> air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Fresh come, to a New World indeed, yet long prepared,<br> I see the Genius of the Modern, child of the Real and Ideal,<br> Clearing the ground for broad humanity, the true America, heir of the<br> past so grand,<br> To build a grander future.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a><div class=q>
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 A prophecy and indirection--a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air;
 A chorus of dryads, fading, departing--or hamadryads departing;
 A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and sky,
 Voice of a mighty dying tree ..."></div>
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