pine will be there.

And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own
funeral drest in his shroud.

And to glance with an eye or show a bean in its pod confounds
the learning of all times,
And there is no trade or employment but the young man following
it may become a hero,
And there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheel'd
universe.
And I say to any man or woman, "Let your soul stand cool and composed
before a million universes."

I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each
moment then,
In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in
the glass,
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is
sign'd by God's name,
And I leave them where they are, for I know that wheresoe'er I go,
Others will punctually come forever and ever.

Listener up there! What have you to confide in me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening.
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute
longer.)
Who has done his day's work? Who will soonest be through with
his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

INDEX

A barking sound the shepherd hears, 120

Abide with me! fast falls the eventide, 223

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase), 89

A chieftain to the Highlands bound, 105

Across the lonely beach, 71

A life on the ocean wave, 85

Alone I walked the ocean strand, 256

A nightingale that all day long, 34

A supercilious nabob of the East, 165

At Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay, 246

At midnight in his guarded tent, 128

A traveller on the dusty road, 48

A well there is in the west country, 180

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down, 53

Behind him lay the gray Azores, 169

Beneath the low-hung night cloud, 67

Bird of the wilderness, 302

Blow, blow, thou winter wind, 58

Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans, 342

Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies, 110

Buttercups and daisies, 51

By the shores of Gitche Gumee, 79

Come, let us plant the apple-tree, 211

Come, dear children, let us away, 260

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, 231

Cupid and my Campa