In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells-
Of the bells, bells, bells:-
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells

To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.

ELDORADO

Gayly bedight,

A gallant knight,

In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,

Singing a song,

In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old

This knight so bold

And o'er his heart a shadow

Fell as he found

No spot of ground

That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength
Failed him at length,

He met a pilgrim shadow -
"Shadow," said he,

"Where can it be

This land of Eldorado?"

TO HELEN

Helen, thy beauty is to me

Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche

How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-Land!

WALT WHITMAN

MANAHATTA

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my

city,

Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name.

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient,

I see that the word of my city is that word from of old, Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb,

Rich, hemmed thick all around with sail ships and steam ships, an island sixteen miles long, solidfounded,

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Numberless crowded streets high growths of iron, slender, strong, light, splendidly arising towards 15 clear skies,

Tides swift and ample, well-loved by me, towards sundown,

The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining islands, the heights, the villas,

The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well modelled,

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The down-town streets, the jobber houses of business, the houses of business of the ship-merchants and the 25 money-brokers, the river-streets,

Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week,

The carts hauling goods, the manly race of drivers of horses, the brown-faced sailors,

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The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft,

The winter snows, the sleigh-bells, the broken ice in the river, passing along up or down with the flood5 tide or ebb-tide,

The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-formed, beautiful-faced, looking you straight in the eyes, Trottoirs thronged, vehicles, Broadway, the women, the shops and shows,

10 A million people - manners free and superb open voices-hospitality the most courageous and

friendly young men,

City of hurried and sparkling waters! city of spires and masts!

15 City nested in bays! my city!

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PIONEERS! O PIONEERS!

Come my tan-faced children,

Follow well in order, get your weapons ready,

Have you your pistols? have you your sharp-edged

axes?

Pioneers! O pioneers!

For we cannot tarry here,

We must march, my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger,

25 We the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!