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Walt Whitman - Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60.

YEAR of meteors! brooding year! 
I would bind in words retrospective, some of your deeds and signs; 
I would sing your contest for the 19th Presidentiad; 
I would sing how an old man, tall, with white hair, mounted the scaffold in Virginia; 
(I was at hand—silent I stood, with teeth shut close—I watch’d;
I stood very near you, old man, when cool and indifferent, but trembling with age and your
	unheal’d wounds, you mounted the scaffold;) 
—I would sing in my copious song your census returns of The States, 
The tables of population and products—I would sing of your ships and their cargoes, 
The proud black ships of Manhattan, arriving, some fill’d with immigrants, some from
	isthmus with cargoes of gold; 
Songs thereof would I sing—to all that hitherward comes would I welcome give;
And you would I sing, fair stripling! welcome to you from me, sweet boy of England! 
Remember you surging Manhattan’s crowds, as you pass’d with your cortege of
There in the crowds stood I, and singled you out with attachment; 
I know not why, but I loved you... (and so go forth little song, 
Far over sea speed like an arrow, carrying my love all folded,
And find in his palace the youth I love, and drop these lines at his feet;) 
—Nor forget I to sing of the wonder, the ship as she swam up my bay, 
Well-shaped and stately the Great Eastern swam up my bay, she was 600 feet long, 
Her, moving swiftly, surrounded by myriads of small craft, I forget not to sing; 
—Nor the comet that came unannounced out of the north, flaring in heaven;
Nor the strange huge meteor procession, dazzling and clear, shooting over our heads, 
(A moment, a moment long, it sail’d its balls of unearthly light over our heads, 
Then departed, dropt in the night, and was gone;) 
—Of such, and fitful as they, I sing—with gleams from them would I gleam and
Your chants, O year all mottled with evil and good! year of forebodings! year of the youth
Year of comets and meteors transient and strange!—lo! even here, one equally
    transient and
As I flit through you hastily, soon to fall and be gone, what is this book, 
What am I myself but one of your meteors?

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 2. Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 6. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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