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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sing Of The Banner At Day-Break</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">POET.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O A new song, a free song,<br> Flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping, by sounds, by voices clearer,<br> By the wind's voice and that of the drum,<br> By the banner's voice, and child's voice, and sea's voice, and<br> father's voice,<br> Low on the ground and high in the air,<br> On the ground where father and child stand,<br> In the upward air where their eyes turn,<br> Where the banner at day-break is flapping.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Words! book-words! what are you?<br> Words no more, for hearken and see, 10<br> My song is there in the open air--and I must sing,<br> With the banner and pennant a-flapping.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I'll weave the chord and twine in,<br> Man's desire and babe's desire--I'll twine them in, I'll put in life;<br> I'll put the bayonet's flashing point--I'll let bullets and slugs<br> whizz;<br> (As one carrying a symbol and menace, far into the future,<br> Crying with trumpet voice, Arouse and beware! Beware and arouse!)<br> I'll pour the verse with streams of blood, full of volition, full of<br> joy;<br> Then loosen, launch forth, to go and compete,<br> With the banner and pennant a-flapping. 20</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> PENNANT.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Come up here, bard, bard;<br> Come up here, soul, soul;<br> Come up here, dear little child,<br> To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the measureless<br> light.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> CHILD.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Father, what is that in the sky beckoning to me with long finger?<br> And what does it say to me all the while?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> FATHER.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Nothing, my babe, you see in the sky;<br> And nothing at all to you it says. But look you, my babe,<br> Look at these dazzling things in the houses, and see you the money-<br> shops opening;<br> And see you the vehicles preparing to crawl along the streets with<br> goods: 10<br> These! ah, these! how valued and toil'd for, these!<br> How envied by all the earth!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> POET.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Fresh and rosy red, the sun is mounting high;<br> On floats the sea in distant blue, careering through its channels;<br> On floats the wind over the breast of the sea, setting in toward<br> land;<br> The great steady wind from west and west-by-south,<br> Floating so buoyant, with milk-white foam on the waters.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But I am not the sea, nor the red sun;<br> I am not the wind, with girlish laughter;<br> Not the immense wind which strengthens--not the wind which lashes; 20<br> Not the spirit that ever lashes its own body to terror and death;<br> But I am that which unseen comes and sings, sings, sings,<br> Which babbles in brooks and scoots in showers on the land,<br> Which the birds know in the woods, mornings and evenings,<br> And the shore-sands know, and the hissing wave, and that banner and<br> pennant,<br> Aloft there flapping and flapping.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> CHILD.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O father, it is alive--it is full of people--it has children!<br> O now it seems to me it is talking to its children!<br> I hear it--it talks to me--O it is wonderful!<br> O it stretches--it spreads and runs so fast! O my father, 30<br> It is so broad, it covers the whole sky!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> FATHER.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Cease, cease, my foolish babe,<br> What you are saying is sorrowful to me--much it displeases me;<br> Behold with the rest, again I say--behold not banners and pennants<br> aloft;<br> But the well-prepared pavements behold--and mark the solid-wall'd<br> houses.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> BANNER AND PENNANT.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Speak to the child, O bard, out of Manhattan;<br> (The war is over--yet never over.... out of it, we are born to real<br> life and identity;)<br> Speak to our children all, or north or south of Manhattan,<br> Where our factory-engines hum, where our miners delve the ground,<br> Where our hoarse Niagara rumbles, where our prairie-plows are<br> plowing; 40<br> Speak, O bard! point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over all--<br> and yet we know not why;<br> For what are we, mere strips of cloth, profiting nothing,<br> Only flapping in the wind?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> POET.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I hear and see not strips of cloth alone;<br> I hear again the tramp of armies, I hear the challenging sentry;<br> I hear the jubilant shouts of millions of men--I hear LIBERTY!<br> I hear the drums beat, and the trumpets yet blowing;<br> I myself move abroad, swift-rising, flying then;<br> I use the wings of the land-bird, and use the wings of the sea-bird,<br> and look down as from a height;<br> I do not deny the precious results of peace--I see populous cities,<br> with wealth incalculable; 50<br> I see numberless farms--I see the farmers working in their fields or<br> barns;<br> I see mechanics working--I see buildings everywhere founded, going<br> up, or finish'd;<br> I see trains of cars swiftly speeding along railroad tracks, drawn by<br> the locomotives;<br> I see the stores, depots, of Boston, Baltimore, Charleston, New<br> Orleans;<br> I see far in the west the immense area of grain--I dwell awhile,<br> hovering;<br> I pass to the lumber forests of the north, and again to the southern<br> plantation, and again to California;<br> Sweeping the whole, I see the countless profit, the busy gatherings,<br> earned wages;<br> See the identity formed out of thirty-eight spacious and haughty<br> States (and many more to come;)<br> See forts on the shores of harbors--see ships sailing in and out;<br> Then over all, (aye! aye!) my little and lengthen'd pennant, shaped<br> like a sword, 60<br> Runs swiftly up, indicating war and defiance--And now the halyards<br> have rais'd it,<br> Side of my banner broad and blue--side of my starry banner,<br> Discarding peace over all the sea and land.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> BANNER AND PENNANT.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Yet louder, higher, stronger, bard! yet farther, wider cleave!<br> No longer let our children deem us riches and peace alone;<br> We may be terror and carnage, and are so now;<br> Not now are we any one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any<br> five, nor ten;)<br> Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;<br> But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines<br> below, are ours;<br> And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers, great and<br> small; 70<br> And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops and the fruits<br> are ours;<br> Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we<br> over all,<br> Over the area spread below, the three or four millions of square<br> miles--the capitals,<br> The forty millions of people--O bard! in life and death supreme,<br> We, even we, henceforth flaunt out masterful, high up above,<br> Not for the present alone, for a thousand years, chanting through<br> you,<br> This song to the soul of one poor little child.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> CHILD.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> O my father, I like not the houses;<br> They will never to me be anything--nor do I like money;<br> But to mount up there I would like, O father dear--that banner I<br> like; 80<br> That pennant I would be, and must be.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> FATHER.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Child of mine, you fill me with anguish;<br> To be that pennant would be too fearful;<br> Little you know what it is this day, and after this day, forever;<br> It is to gain nothing, but risk and defy everything;<br> Forward to stand in front of wars--and O, such wars!--what have you<br> to do with them?<br> With passions of demons, slaughter, premature death?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> POET.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Demons and death then I sing;<br> Put in all, aye all, will I--sword-shaped pennant for war, and banner<br> so broad and blue,<br> And a pleasure new and extatic, and the prattled yearning of<br> children, 90<br> Blent with the sounds of the peaceful land, and the liquid wash of<br> the sea;<br> And the black ships, fighting on the sea, enveloped in smoke;<br> And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and<br> pines;<br> And the whirr of drums, and the sound of soldiers marching, and the<br> hot sun shining south;<br> And the beech-waves combing over the beach on my eastern shore, and<br> my western shore the same;<br> And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi, with<br> bends and chutes;<br> And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of<br> Missouri;<br> The CONTINENT--devoting the whole identity, without reserving an<br> atom,<br> Pour in! whelm that which asks, which sings, with all, and the yield<br> of all.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> BANNER AND PENNANT.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Aye all! for ever, for all! 100<br> From sea to sea, north and south, east and west,<br> (The war is completed, the price is paid, the title is settled beyond<br> recall;)<br> Fusing and holding, claiming, devouring the whole;<br> No more with tender lip, nor musical labial sound,<br> But, out of the night emerging for good, our voice persuasive no<br> more,<br> Croaking like crows here in the wind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> POET.<br> (Finale.)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=535121" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> My limbs, my veins dilate;<br> The blood of the world has fill'd me full--my theme is clear at last:<br> --Banner so broad, advancing out of the night, I sing you haughty and<br> resolute;<br> I burst through where I waited long, too long, deafen'd and<br> blinded; 110<br> My sight, my hearing and tongue, are come to me, (a little child<br> taught me;)<br> I hear from above, O pennant of war, your ironical call and demand;<br> Insensate! insensate! (yet I at any rate chant you,) O banner!<br> Not houses of peace indeed are you, nor any nor all their prosperity,<br> (if need be, you shall again have every one of those houses to<br> destroy them;<br> You thought not to destroy those valuable houses, standing fast, full<br> of comfort, built with money;<br> May they stand fast, then? Not an hour, except you, above them and<br> all, stand fast;)<br> --O banner! not money so precious are you, not farm produce you, nor<br> the material good nutriment,<br> Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships;<br> Not the superb ships, with sail-power or steam-power, fetching and<br> carrying cargoes,<br> Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues,--But you, as henceforth<br> I see you, 120<br> Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars, (ever-<br> enlarging stars;)<br> Divider of day-break you, cutting the air, touch'd by the sun,<br> measuring the sky,<br> (Passionately seen and yearn'd for by one poor little child,<br> While others remain busy, or smartly talking, forever teaching<br> thrift, thrift;)<br> O you up there! O pennant! where you undulate like a snake, hissing<br> so curious,<br> Out of reach--an idea only--yet furiously fought for, risking bloody<br> death--loved by me!<br> So loved! O you banner leading the day, with stars brought from the<br> night!<br> Valueless, object of eyes, over all and demanding all--(absolute<br> owner of ALL)--O banner and pennant!<br> I too leave the rest--great as it is, it is nothing--houses, machines<br> are nothing--I see them not;<br> I see but you, O warlike pennant! O banner so broad, with stripes, I<br> sing you only, 130<br> Flapping up there in the wind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Walt+Whitman">Walt Whitman</a></strong></div>

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