Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 15. Facing West from California's Shores

Facing west from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity,
      the land of migrations, look afar,
Look off the shores of my Western sea, the circle almost circled;
For starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
From Asia, from the north, from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south, from the flowery peninsulas and the spice islands,
Long having wander'd since, round the earth having wander'd,
Now I face home again, very pleas'd and joyous,
(But where is what I started for so long ago?
And why is it yet unfound?)

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals
2. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life
3. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 4. On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
4. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 15. These Carols
5. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 31. World Take Good Notice

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