草叶集 第十一章(英文)（1）

    o me, man of slack faith so long,

    standing aloof, denying portions so long,

    only a to?day there is no lie or form of lie, and can be none,

    but groround, or in  among liars and retreating sternly into myself, i see

    that there are really no liars or lies after all,

    and that nothing fails its perfect return, and that  exactly represents itself and o celebrate any thing i see or am,

    and sing and laugh and deny nothing.

    they shall arise in the states,

    they shall report nature, lay, and happiness,

    they shall illustrate democracy and the cosmos,

    they shall be alimentive, amative, perceptive,

    they shall be complete ht of products, they

    shall enjoy the sight of the beef, lumber, bread?stuffs, of

    chicago the great city.

    they shall train themselves to go in public to become orators and

    oratresses,

    strong and sues be, poems and materials of

    poems shall come from their lives, they shall be makers and finders,

    of them and of their e divine conveyers, to convey gospels,

    characters, events, retrospections, shall be convey'd in gospels,

    trees, animals, ht sleep of many a face of anguish,

    of the look at first of the mortally ht the moon so

    unearthly bright,

    shining s do the trenches and

    gather the heaps,

    i dream, i dream, i dream.

    long have they pass'd, faces and trenches and fields,

    h the carnage i moved ht,

    i dream, i dream, i dream.

    as i gle of blood finish'd, ainst vast odds ere gloriously age in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers,

    longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others.)

    around me i hear that eclat of the nized things, science,

    the approved gros,

    science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing,

    like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring,

    triumphantly moving, and grander heaving in sight,

    they stand for realities—all is as it should be.

    then my realities;

    e, freedom to every slave on the face

    of the earth,

    the rapt promises and lumine of seers, the spiritual  songs,

    and our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements of any.

    as the time drah glooming a cloud,

    a dread beyond of i knoo forth,

    i shall traverse the states a,

    perhaps soon some day or night ing my voice will</p>

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