O SUN OF REAL PEACE

 

Walt Whitman

O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!

O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble
for!

O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take
his height—and you too, O my Ideal, will surely
ascend!

O so amazing and broad—up there resplendent, dart-
ing and burning!

O vision prophetic, stagger'd with weight of light! with
pouring glories!

O lips of my soul, already becoming powerless!

O ample and grand Presidentiads! Now the war, the
war is over!

New history! new heroes! I project you!

Visions of poets! only you really last! sweep on! sweep
on!

O heights too swift and dizzy yet!

O purged and luminous! you threaten me more than I
can stand!

(I must not venture—the ground under my feet men-
aces me—it will not support me:

O future too immense,)—O present, I return, while yet
I may, to you.

 
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