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| America | [ii] |
| [I. POEMS OF WAR] | |
| Thick-Sprinkled Bunting | [3] |
| Beat! Beat! Drums! | [4] |
| City of Ships | [6] |
| A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown | [7] |
| Come Up From the Fields Father | [9] |
| A Twilight Song | [12] |
| A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim | [14] |
| Year That Trembled and Reel'd Beneath Me | [16] |
| First O Songs for a Prelude | [17] |
| Song of the Banner at Daybreak | [21] |
| The Dying Veteran | [31] |
| The Wound-Dresser | [32] |
| Dirge for Two Veterans | [37] |
| From Far Dakota's Cañons | [39] |
| Old War-Dreams | [41] |
| Delicate Cluster | [42] |
| To a Certain Civilian | [43] |
| Adieu to a Soldier | [44] |
| Long, Too Long America | [45] |
| [II. POEMS OF AFTER-WAR] | |
| Weave In, My Hardy Life | [49] |
| How Solemn as One by One | [50] |
| Spirit Whose Work Is Done | [51] |
| The Return of the Heroes | [53] |
| Memories of President Lincoln | |
| When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd | [62] |
| O Captain! My Captain! | [76] |
| Hush'd be the Camps To-day | [78] |
| Ashes of Soldiers | [79] |
| Pensive on her Dead Gazing | [82] |
| [III. POEMS OF AMERICA] | |
| I Hear America Singing | [87] |
| Pioneers! O Pioneers! | [88] |
| Song of the Broad-axe | [95] |
| Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun | [113] |
| Faces | [116] |
| O Magnet-South | [118] |
| By Broad Potomac's Shore | [121] |
| Our Old Feuillage! | [122] |
| A Broadway Pageant | [131] |
| The Prairie States | [137] |
| [IV. POEMS OF DEMOCRACY] | |
| To Foreign Lands | [141] |
| To Thee Old Cause | [142] |
| For You O Democracy | [143] |
| Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood | [144] |
| What Best I See in Thee | [153] |
| As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days | [154] |
| The United States to Old World Critics | [156] |
| Years of the Modern | [157] |
| O Star of France | [158] |
| Thoughts | [161] |
| By Blue Ontario's Shore | [164] |
| Epilogue: Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps | [191] |
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POEMS OF WAR
THICK-SPRINKLED BUNTING
Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!
Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death,
For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,
All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;
Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest borne, to flaunt unrival'd?
O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step, passing highest flags of kings,
Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol—run up above them all,
Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting!