Now Precedent Songs, Farewell. Now precedent songs, farewell-by every name farewell, (Trains of a staggering line in many a strange procession, waggons, From ups and downs-with intervals - from elder years, midage, or youth,) 66 "In Cabin'd Ships," or "Thee Old Cause" or Poets to Come" Or "Paumanok," "Song of Myself," "Calamus," or "Adam," Or "Beat! Beat! Drums!" or "To the Leaven'd Soil they Trod," Or "Captain! My Captain!" "Kosmos," "Quicksand Years," or "Thoughts," "Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified, From fibre heart of mine-from throat and tongue — hot pulsing blood, (My life's The personal urge and form for me-not merely paper, automatic type and ink,) Each song of mine-each utterance in the past-having its long, long history, Of life or death, or soldier's wound, of country's loss or safety, (O heaven! what flash and started endless train of all! com pared indeed to that! What wretched shred e'en at the best of all!) Toward the ending day a calm and lull comes on, Old Age's Lambent Peaks. THE touch of flame-the illuminating fire-the loftiest look at last, O'er city, passion, sea-o'er prairie, mountain, wood — the earth itself; The airy, different, changing hues of all, in falling twilight, Objects and groups, bearings, faces, reminiscences; The calmer sight- the golden setting, clear and broad: So much i' the atmosphere, the points of view, the situations whence we scan, Bro't out by them alone-so much (perhaps the best) unreck'd before; The lights indeed from them-old age's lambent peaks. After the Supper and Talk. AFTER the supper and talk-after the day is done, (So hard for his hand to release those hands—no more will they meet, *The two songs on page 321 are eked out during an afternoon, June, 1888, in my seventieth year, at a critical spell of illness. Of course no reader and probably no human being at any time will ever have such phases of emotional and solemn action as these involve to me. I feel in them an end and close of all. No more for communion of sorrow and joy, of old and young, E'en at the exit-door turning-charges superfluous calling back -e'en as he descends the steps, Something to eke out a minute additional — shadows of nightfall deepening, Farewells, messages lessening-dimmer the forthgoer's visage and form, Soon to be lost for aye in the darkness—loth, O so loth to depart! Garrulous to the very last. |