I Hear America Singing
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, / Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
A Promise to California
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A promise to California,
Or inland to the great pastoral Plains, and on to Puget sound and Oregon;
Sojourning east a while longer, soon I travel toward you, to remain,
to teach robust American love,
For I know very well that I and robust love belong among you,
inland, and along the Western sea;
For these States tend inland and toward the Western sea, and I will also.
More poems by Walt Whitman
On the Beach at Night Alone
On the beach at night alone, / As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song,
Aboard at a Ship's Helm
Aboard at a ship's helm, / A young steersman steering with care.
I Sit and Look Out
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all / oppression and shame,