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Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking

by Walt Whitman
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, Over the sterile sands and the fields beyond, where the child leaving his bed wander'd alone, bareheaded, barefoot, Down from the shower'd halo, Up from the mystic play of shadows twining and twisting as if they were alive, Out from the patches of briers and blackberries, From the memories of the bird that chanted to me, From your memories sad brother, from the fitful risings and fallings heard, From under that yellow half-moon late-risen and swollen as if with tears, From those beginning notes of yearning and love there in the mist, From the thousand responses of my heart never to cease, From the myriad thence-arous'd words, From the word stronger and more delicious than any, From such as now they start the scene revisiting, !s a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing, "orne hither, ere all eludes me, hurriedly, ! man, yet by these tears a little boy again, #hrowing myself on the sand, confronting the waves, , chanter of pains and $oys, uniter of here and hereafter, #aking all hints to use them, but swiftly leaping beyond them, ! reminiscence sing% Once &aumanok, 'hen the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing, Up this seashore in some briers, #wo feather'd guests from !labama, two together, !nd their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown, !nd every day the he-bird to and fro near at hand, !nd every day the she-bird crouch'd on her nest, silent, with bright eyes, !nd every day , a curious boy, never too close, never disturbing them, (autiously peering, absorbing, translating% Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or niqht come black, Home, or rivers and mountains rom home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two kee! together.

#ill of a sudden, )ay-be kill'd, unknown to her mate, One forenoon the she-bird crouch'd not on the nest, Nor return'd that afternoon, nor the ne*t, Nor ever appear'd again% !nd thenceforward all summer in the sound of the sea, !nd at night under the full of the moon in calmer weather, Over the hoarse surging of the sea, Or flitting from brier to brier by day, saw, heard at intervals the remaining one, the he-bird, #he solitary guest from !labama% "low! blow! blow! "low u! sea#winds along Paumanok$s shore% & wait and & wait till you blow my mate to me. +es, when the stars glisten'd, !ll night long on the prong of a moss-scallop'd stake, Down almost amid the slapping waves, ,at the lone singer wonderful causing tears% -e call'd on his mate, -e pour'd forth the meanings which of all men know% +es my brother know, #he rest might not, but have treasur'd every note, For more than once dimly down to the beach gliding, ,ilent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows, .ecalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after their sorts, #he white arms out in the breakers tirelessly tossing, , with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair, /isten'd long and long% /isten'd to keep, to sing, now translating the notes, Following you my brother% Soothe! soothe! soothe! 'lose on its wave soothes the wave behind, (nd again another behind embracing and la!!ing, every one close, "ut my love soothes not me, not me. )ow hangs the moon, it rose late, &t is lagging##* & think it is heavy with love, with love. * madly the sea !ushes u!on the land, With love, with love. * night! do & not see my love luttering out among the breakers+ What is that little black thing & see there in the white+ )oud! loud! loud! )oud & call to you, my love! Hiqh and clear & shoot my voice over the waves, Surely you must know who is here, is here,

,ou must know who & am, my love. )ow#hanging moon! What is that dusky s!ot in your brown yellow+ * it is the sha!e, the sha!e o my mate! * moon do not kee! her rom me any longer. )and! land! * land! Whichever way & turn, - & think you could give me my mate back again i you only would, .or & am almost sure & see her dimly whichever way & look. * rising stars! Perha!s the one & want so much will rise, will rise with some o * throat! - trembling throat! Sound clearer through the atmos!here! Pierce the woods, the earth, Somewhere listening to catch you must be the one & want. Shake out carols! Solitary here, the niqht$s carols! 'arols o lonesome love! death$s carols! 'arols under that lagging, yellow, waning moon! * under that moon where she droo!s almost down into the sea! * reckless des!airing carols. "ut so t! sink low! So t! let me /ust murmur, (nd do you wait a moment you husky#nois$d sea, .or somewhere & believe & heard my mate res!onding to me, So aint, & must be still, be still to listen, "ut not altogether still, or then she miqht not come immediately to me. Hither my love! Here & am! here! With this /ust#sustain$d note & announce mysel This gentle call is or you my love, or you. you.

to you,

Do not be decoy$d elsewhere, That is the whistle o the wind, it is not my voice, That is the luttering, the luttering o the s!ray, Those are the shadows o leaves. * darkness! - in vain! - & am very sick and sorrow ul. * brown halo in the sky near the moon, droo!ing u!on the sea! * troubled re lection in the sea! * throat! - throbbing heart! (nd & singing uselessly, uselessly all the niqht. - !ast! - ha!!y li e! - songs o /oy! &n the air, in the woods, over ields, )oved! loved! loved! loved! loved! "ut my mate no more, no more with me! We two together no more.

#he aria sinking, !ll else continuing, the stars shining, #he winds blowing, the notes of the bird continuous echoing, 'ith angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning, On the sands of &aumanok's shore gray and rustling, #he yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of the sea almost touching, #he boy ecstatic, with his bare feet the waves, with his hair the atmosphere dallying, #he love in the heart long pent, now loose, now at last tumultuously bursting, #he aria's meaning, the ears, the soul, swiftly depositing, #he strange tears down the cheeks coursing, #he collo0uy there, the trio, each uttering, #he undertone, the savage old mother incessantly crying, #o the boy's soul's 0uestions sullenly timing, some drown'd secret hissing, #o the outsetting bard% Demon or bird1 2said the boy's soul,3 s it indeed toward your mate you sing4 or is it really to me4 For , that was a child, my tongue's use sleeping, now have heard you, Now in a moment know what am for, awake, !nd already a thousand singers, a thousand songs, clearer, louder and more sorrowful than yours, ! thousand warbling echoes have started to life within me, never to die% O you singer solitary, singing by yourself, pro$ecting me, O solitary me listening, never more shall cease perpetuating you, Never more shall escape, never more the reverberations, Never more the cries of unsatisfied love be absent from me, Never again leave me to be the peaceful child was before what there in the night, "y the sea under the yellow and sagging moon, #he messenger there arous'd, the fire, the sweet hell within, #he unknown want, the destiny of me% O give me the clew1 2it lurks in the night here somewhere,3 O if am to have so much, let me have more1 ! word then, 2for will con0uer it,3 #he word final, superior to all, ,ubtle, sent up--what is it4-- listen5 !re you whispering it, and have been all the time, you seawaves4 s that it from your li0uid rims and wet sands4 'hereto answering, the sea, Delaying not, hurrying not, 'hisper'd me through the night, and very plainly before daybreak, /isp'd to me the low and delicious word death, !nd again death, death, death, death, -issing melodious, neither like the bird nor like my arous'd

child's heart, "ut edging near as privately for me rustling at my feet, (reeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly all over, Death, death, death, death, death% 'hich do not forget, "ut fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother, #hat he sang to me in the moonlight on &aumanok's gray beach, 'ith the thousand responsive songs at random, )y own songs awaked from that hour, !nd with them the key, the word up from the waves, #he word of the sweetest song and all songs, #hat strong and delicious word which, creeping to my feet, 2Or like some old crone rocking the cradle, swathed in sweet garments, bending aside,3 #he sea whisper'd me%

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