THESE I, SINGING IN SPRING
by Walt Whitman
(from Leaves of Grass, first published in 1860 edition)
These, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,
(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?
And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world�but soon I pass the gates,
Now along the pond-side�now wading in a little, fearing not the wet,
Now by the post-and-rail fences, where the old stones thrown there, pick�d from the fields, have accumulated,
Wild-flowers and vines and weeds come up through the stones, and partly cover them�
Beyond these I pass,
Far, far in the forest, before I think where I go,
Solitary, smelling the earthy smell, stopping now and then in the silence,
Alone I had thought�yet soon a silent troop gathers around me,
Some walk by my side, and some behind, and some embrace my arms or neck,
They, the spirits of friends, dead or alive�thicker they come, a great crowd, and I in the middle,
Collecting, dispensing, singing in spring, there I wander with them,
Plucking something for tokens�tossing toward whoever is near me;
Here! lilac, with a branch of pine,
Here out of my pocket, some moss which I pull�d off a live-oak in Florida, as it hung trailing down,
Here, some pinks and laurel leaves, and a handful of sage,
And here what I now draw from the water, wading in the pond-side,
(O here I last saw him that tenderly loves me�and returns again, never to separate from me,
And this, O this shall henceforth be the token of comrades�this Calamus-root shall,
Interchange it, youths, with each other! Let none render it back!)
And twigs of maple, and a bunch of wild orange, and chestnut,
And stems of currants, and plum-blows, and the aromatic cedar:
These, I, compass�d around by a thick cloud of spirits,
Wandering, point to, or touch as I pass, or throw them loosely from me,
Indicating to each one what he shall have�giving something to each;
But what I drew from the water by the pond-side, that I reserve,
I will give of it�but only to them that love, as I myself am capable of loving.
