Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 6. Proudly the Flood Comes In

Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing,
Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling,
All throbs, dilates—the farms, woods, streets of cities—workmen at work,
Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing—steamers' pennants
      of smoke—and under the forenoon sun,
Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the
      inward bound,
Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.

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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