草叶集 第十一章(英文)（5）

    or frozen north, or sultry south—the african's—the arab's in his tent,

    old asia's there itimate, continued ever,

    the indomitable heart and arm—proofs of the never?broken line,

    courage, alertness, patience, faith, the same—e'en in defeat

    defeated not, the same:)

    ht,

    through teeming cities' streets, indoors or out, factories or farms,

    no thy true monument.

    human tides, or day or night!

    s, losses, ardors, s glances—glints of love!

    leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!

    thou portal—thou arena—thou of the myriad long?draroups!

    (could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades, tell their inimitable tales;

    thy e hotels—thy side?, mincing, shuffling feet!

    thou, like the parti?colored ,

    mocking life!

    thou visor'd, vast, unspeakable shoe, storm and ns, h that they've survived at all?long life's unflinching ones!

    forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all?

    in that alone,

    true conquerors o'er all the rest.

    thanks in old age—thanks ere i go,

    for health, the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life,

    for precious ever?lingering memories, (of you my mother dear—you,

    father—you, brothers, sisters, friends,)

    for all my days—not those of peace alone—the days of entle ifts from foreign lands,

    for shelter,  or old—countlessaders belov'd,

    ,close and long;)

    for beings, groups, love, deeds,  men—devoted, hardy men— in freedom's help, all years, all lands

    for braver, stronger, more devoted men—(a special laurel ere i go,

    to life's  and thought—the great artillerists—the

    foremost leaders, captains of the soul:)

    as soldier from an ended  procession retrospective,

    thanks—joyful thanks!—a soldier's, traveler's thanks.

    the soft voluptuous opiate shades,

    the sun just gone, the eager light dispell'd—

    (i too ht—oblivion.

    good?bye my fancy—(i had a ,

    i keep mine till the last.)

    somehoo yet, funeral though it is,

    let it remain back there on its nail suspended,

    ray and ashy,

    one o for thee, dear friend;

    but i do not forget thee. hast thou then faded?

    is the odor exhaled? are the colors, vitalities, dead?

    no, ht i  sa as ever:

    so let the  still a, long course, hundreds of years, denials,

    accumulations, rous'd love and joy and thought,

    hopes, s, victories, myriads of readers,

    coating, compassing, covering—after ages' and ages' encrustations,

    then only may these songs reach fruition.

    hand—a smile from the north—a sunny instant hall!

    (let the future care for itself,  arm, our turning neck—to thee from us</p>

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