![]() To the free skies unpent and glad and strong. Launch’d o’er the prairies wide, across the lakes, Thy trills of shrieks by rocks and hills return’d, (No sweetness debonair of tearful harp or glib piano thine,) Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding, Thy madly-whistled laughter, echoing, rumbling like an earthquake, Roll through my chant with all thy lawless music, thy swinging lamps With storm and buffeting gusts of wind and falling snow,īy day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,īy night thy silent signal lamps to swing. Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering įor once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following, Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack, Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple, Thy great protruding head-light fix’d in front, Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel, Thee in they panoply, thy measur’d dual throbbing and thy A Poetic Description Of South-Stack Lighthouse.Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day.Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like: Based on Topics: Night Poems, Beauty Poems, Power Poems, Law & Regulation Poems, Snow Poems, Music Poems, Body Poems, Laughter Poems, Cars Poems, Driving Poemsīased on Keywords: rousing, glib, careering, debonair, buffeting, panoply, dual, merge, tapering, recitative, now-the ![]() A child said, What is the grass? (Walt Whitman Poems).A March In The Ranks, Hard-prest (Walt Whitman Poems).A Woman Waits For Me (Walt Whitman Poems).A Boston Ballad, 1854 (Walt Whitman Poems).A Proadway Pageant (Walt Whitman Poems).(Walt Whitman) More Poetry from Walt Whitman: Walt Whitman Poems based on Topics: Night, Beauty, Law & Regulation, Body, Power, Music, Laughter, Snow, Cars, Driving To the free skies, unpent, and glad, and strong. Launch’d o’er the prairies wide-across the lakes, Law of thyself complete, thine own track firmly holding Thy piercing, madly-whistled laughter! thy echoes, rumbling like an earthquake, rousing Roll through my chant, with all thy lawless music! thy swinging lamps at night With storm, and buffeting gusts of wind, and falling snow īy day, thy warning, ringing bell to sound its notes,īy night, thy silent signal lamps to swing. Type of the modern! emblem of motion and power! pulse of the continent!įor once, come serve the Muse, and merge in verse, even as here I see thee, Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering: Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily-following, Thy knitted frame-thy springs and valves-the tremulous twinkle of thy wheels The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple Thy great protruding head-light, fix’d in front Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar-now tapering in the distance Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating, shuttling at thy sides Thy black cylindric body, golden brass, and silvery steel Thee in thy panoply, thy measured dual throbbing, and thy beat convulsive Thee in the driving storm, even as now-the snow-the winter-day declining
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