Apostrophby Walt Whitman   O MATER! O fils!   O brood continental!   O flowers of the prairies!   O space boundless! O hum of mighty products!   O you teeming cities! O so invincible, turbulent, proud!   O race of the future! O women!   O fathers! O you men of passion and the storm!   O native power only! O beauty!   O yourself! O God! O divine average!   O you bearded roughs! O bards! O all those slumberers!             10   O arouse! the dawn bird's throat sounds shrill! Do you not hear the         cock crowing?   O, as I walk'd the beach, I heard the mournful notes foreboding a         tempest--the low, oft-repeated shriek of the diver, the long-         lived loon;   O I heard, and yet hear, angry thunder;--O you sailors! O ships! make         quick preparation!   O from his masterful sweep, the warning cry of the eagle!   (Give way there, all! It is useless! Give up your spoils;)   O sarcasms! Propositions! (O if the whole world should prove indeed a         sham, a sell!)   O I believe there is nothing real but America and freedom!   O to sternly reject all except Democracy!   O imperator! O who dare confront you and me?   O to promulgate our own! O to build for that which builds for         mankind!                                                     20   O feuillage! O North! O the slope drained by the Mexican sea!   O all, all inseparable--ages, ages, ages!   O a curse on him that would dissever this Union for any reason         whatever!   O climates, labors! O good and evil! O death!   O you strong with iron and wood! O Personality!   O the village or place which has the greatest man or woman! even if         it be only a few ragged huts;   O the city where women walk in public processions in the streets, the         same as the men;   O a wan and terrible emblem, by me adopted!   O shapes arising! shapes of the future centuries!   O muscle and pluck forever for me!                                 30   O workmen and workwomen forever for me!   O farmers and sailors! O drivers of horses forever for me!   O I will make the new bardic list of trades and tools!   O you coarse and wilful! I love you!   O South! O longings for my dear home! O soft and sunny airs!   O pensive! O I must return where the palm grows and the mocking-bird         sings, or else I die!   O equality! O organic compacts! I am come to be your born poet!   O whirl, contest, sounding and resounding! I am your poet, because I         am part of you;   O days by-gone! Enthusiasts! Antecedents!   O vast preparations for These States! O years!                     40   O what is now being sent forward thousands of years to come!   O mediums! O to teach! to convey the invisible faith!   To promulge real things! to journey through all The States!   O creation! O to-day! O laws! O unmitigated adoration!   O for mightier broods of orators, artists, and singers!   O for native songs! carpenter's, boatman's, ploughman's songs!         shoemaker's songs!   O haughtiest growth of time! O free and extatic!   O what I, here, preparing, warble for!   O you hastening light! O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling,         and take his height--and you too will ascend;   O so amazing and so broad! up there resplendent, darting and         burning;                                                     50   O prophetic! O vision staggered with weight of light! with pouring         glories!   O copious! O hitherto unequalled!   O Libertad! O compact! O union impossible to dissever!   O my Soul! O lips becoming tremulous, powerless!   O centuries, centuries yet ahead!   O voices of greater orators! I pause--I listen for you   O you States! Cities! defiant of all outside authority! I spring at         once into your arms! you I most love!   O you grand Presidentiads! I wait for you!   New history! New heroes! I project you!   Visions of poets! only you really last! O sweep on! sweep on!      60   O Death! O you striding there! O I cannot yet!   O heights! O infinitely too swift and dizzy yet!   O purged lumine! you threaten me more than I can stand!   O present! I return while yet I may to you!   O poets to come, I depend upon you! 