|Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:|
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. VIVIII: Literature of the Republic, Part III., 18351860
|By Walt Whitman (18191892)|
[Leaves of Grass.
1855.Leaves of Grass, and Two Rivulets: Centennial Edition.
1876.Leaves of Grass: with additions.
FAR hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
|Crouching over a grave an ancient sorrowful mother,|
|Once a queen, now lean and tatterd seated on the ground,|
|Her old white hair drooping disheveld round her shoulders,|
|At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,|| 5|
|Long silent, she too long silent, mourning her shrouded hope and heir,|
|Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow because most full of love.|
|Yet a word ancient mother,|
|You need crouch there no longer on the cold ground with forehead between your knees,|
|O you need not sit there veild in your old white hair so disheveld,|| 10|
|For know you the one you mourn is not in that grave,|
|It was an illusion, the son you love was not really dead,|
|The Lord is not dead, he is risen again young and strong in another country,|
|Even while you wept there by your fallen harp by the grave,|
|What you wept for was translated, passd from the grave,|| 15|
|The winds favord and the sea saild it,|
|And now with rosy and new blood,|
|Moves to-day in a new country.|