A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through the States, -why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to

advertise for them?

For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and

woman,

For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of the universe.

The Dalliance of the Eagles.

SKIRTING the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)

Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,

The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight downward falling,
Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow, firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse
flight,

She hers, he his, pursuing.

Roaming in Tbought.

(After reading HEGEL.)

ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality,

And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost and dead.

A Farm Picture.

THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,
And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.

A Child's Amaze.

SILENT and amazed even when a little boy,

[statements,

I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his

As contending against some being or influence.

The Runner.

ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner,

He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,

He is thinly clothed, he leans forward as he runs,

With lightly closed fists and arms partially rais'd.

Beautiful Women.

WOMEN Sit or move to and fro, some old, some young,

The young are beautiful-but the old are more beautiful than

the young.

Motber and Babe.

I SEE the sleeping babe nestling the breast of its mother,

[long.

The sleeping mother and babe-hush'd, I study them long and

Tbought.

OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;

As I stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly affecting in large masses of men following the lead of those

who do not believe in men.

Visor❜d.

A MASK, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,

Concealing her face, concealing her form,

Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

Tbought.

OF Justice as if Justice could be anything but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and saviors,

As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions.

Gliding O'er All.

GLIDING o'er all, through all,

Through Nature, Time, and Space,

As a ship on the waters advancing,

The voyage of the soul-not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.

Bast Mever Come to Tbee an bour?

HAST never come to thee an hour,

A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,

fashions, wealth?

These eager business aims - books, politics, art, amours,

To utter nothingness?

Tbought.

OF Equality as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances

and rights as myself-as if it were not indispensable to

my own rights that others possess the same.

To Old Age.

I SEE in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea.

Locations and Times.

LOCATIONS and times what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home?

Forms, colors, densities, odors - what is it in me that corresponds with them?

Offerings.

A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,

Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and

youths, with offerings.

To the States,

To Identify the 16th, 17th, or 18th Presidentiad.

WHY reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? What deepening twilight - scum floating atop of the waters, Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the capitol? What a filthy Presidentiad! (O South, your torrid suns! O North, your arctic freezings!)

Are those really Congressmen ? are those the great Judges? is that the President?

Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for

reasons;

(With gathering murk, with muttering thunder and lambent

shoots we all duly awake,

South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.)