Song of the Redwood-Tree

    A prophecy and indirection， a thought impalpable to breathe

    as air，

    A chorus of dryads， fading， departing， or hamadryads departing，

    A murmuring， fateful， giant voice， out of the earth and sky，

    Voice of a mighty¹ dying tree in the redwood forest dense².

    Farewell my brethren，

    Farewell O earth and sky， farewell ye neighboring waters，

    My time has ended， my term has come.

    Along the northern coast，

    Just back from the rock-bound shore and the caves，

    In the saline air from the sea in the Mendocino country，

    With the surge for base and accompaniment low and hoarse³，

    With crackling blows of axes sounding musically driven by

    strong arms，

    Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes， there in the

    redwood forest dense，

    I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting.

    The choppers heard not， the camp shanties⁴ echoed not，

    The quick-ear'd teamsters and chain and jack- screw men

    heard not，

    As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand

    years to join the refrain，

    But in my soul I plainly heard.

    Murmuring out of its myriad⁵ leaves，

    Down from its lofty top rising two hundred feet high，

    Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs， out of its

    foot-thick bark，

    That chant of the seasons and time， chant not of the past

    only but the future.

    You untold⁶ life of me，

    And all you venerable and innocent joys，

    Perennial⁷ hardy⁸ life of me with joys 'mid⁹ rain and

    many a summer sun，

    And the white snows and night and the wild winds；

    O the great patient rugged¹⁰ joys， my soul's strong joys

    unreck'd by man，

    （For know I bear the soul befitting me， I too have

    consciousness， identity，

    And all the rocks and mountains have， and all the earth，）

    Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine，

    Our time， our term has come.

    Nor yield we mournfully majestic¹¹ brothers，

    We who have grandly fill'd our time；

    With Nature's calm content， with tacit huge delight，

    We welcome what we wrought¹² for through the past，

    And leave the field for them.

    For them predicted long，

    For a superber race， they too to grandly fill their time，

    For them we abdicate¹³， in them ourselves ye forest kings！

    In them these skies and airs， these mountain peaks，

    Shasta， Nevadas，

    These huge precipitious cliffs， this amplitude¹⁴， these

    valleys， far Yosemite，

    To be in them absorb'd， assimilated.

    Then to a loftier strain，

    Still prouder， more ecstatic rose the chant，

    As if the heirs， the deities¹⁵ of the West，

    Joining with master-tongue bore part.

    Not wan¹⁶ from Asia's fetiches，

    Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house，

    （Area of murder-plots of thrones， with scent¹⁷ left yet

    of wars and scaffolds everywhere，）

    But come from Nature's long and harmless throes，

    peacefully builded thence，

    These virgin¹⁸ lands， lands of the Western shore，

    To the new culminating man， to you， the empire new，

    You promis'd long， we pledge， we dedicate.

    You occult deep volitions，

    You average spiritual manhood， purpose of all， pois'd

    on yourself， giving not taking law，

    You womanhood divine， mistress and source of all， whence

    life and love and aught that comes from life and love，

    You unseen moral essence of all the vast materials of

    America， （age upon age working in death the same as life，）

    You that， sometimes known， oftener unknown， really shape and

    mould the New World， adjusting it to Time and Space，

    You hidden national will lying in your abysms， conceal'd

    but ever alert，

    You past and present purposes tenaciously pursued， may-be

    unconscious of yourselves，

    Unswerv'd by all the passing errors， perturbations of the

    surface；

    You vital， universal， deathless germs， beneath all