Everywhere listening to my yawp, and glad whenever they hear it;
Everywhere saying, say it, Walt, we believe it:
Everywhere, everywhere.
From Diversions of the Echo Club, by Bayard Taylor.
A Parody from San Francisco.
I dump my soul and seek repose;
I lay oft in the shadow of the summer leaves and smoke Spanish;
I dump my soul and lay off—you’d better believe it.
I am the poet of filibusters, the poet of Kinney;[130]