Election Day, November, 1884
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, / 'Twould not be you, Niagara--nor you, ye limitless prairies--nor
To Those Who've Fail'd
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To those who've fail'd, in aspiration vast,
To unnam'd soldiers fallen in front on the lead,
To calm, devoted engineers--to over-ardent travelers--to pilots on
their ships,
To many a lofty song and picture without recognition--I'd rear
laurel-cover'd monument,
High, high above the rest--To all cut off before their time,
Possess'd by some strange spirit of fire,
Quench'd by an early death.
More poems by Walt Whitman
As I Ponder'd in Silence
As I ponder'd in silence, / Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
Aboard at a Ship's Helm
Aboard at a ship's helm, / A young steersman steering with care.
Long, Too Long America
Long, too long America, / Traveling roads all even and peaceful you learn'd from joys and