Whoever you are, I give it especially to you;
So long!–And I hope we shall meet again.
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THE sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere,
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I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
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The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market,
Blacksmiths with grimed and hairy chests environ the anvil,Each has his main-sledge, they are all out, there is a great heat in the fire.From the cinder-strew’d threshold I follow their movements,The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,Overhand the hammers swing, overhand so slow, overhand so sure,They do not hasten, each…
ALL submit to them, where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to
Not traditions–not the outer authorities are the judges–they arethe judges of outer authorities, and of all traditions;They corroborate as they go, only whatever corroborates themselves,and touches themselves;For all that, they have it forever in themselves to corroborate farand near, without one exception.
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for…