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Rh Northward, on the sands, on some shallow bay of
 * Paumanok, I, with parties of snowy herons
 * wading in the wet to seek worms and aquatic
 * plants;

Retreating, triumphantly twittering, the king-bird,
 * from piercing the crow with its bill, for amusement
 * —And I triumphantly twittering;

The migrating flock of wild geese alighting in autumn
 * to refresh themselves—the body of the flock feed
 * —the sentinels outside move around with erect
 * heads watching, and are from time to time relieved
 * by other sentinels—And I feeding and
 * taking turns with the rest;

In Kanadian forests, the moose, large as an ox, cornered
 * by hunters, rising desperately on his hind-feet,
 * and plunging with his fore-feet, the hoofs
 * as sharp as knives—And I, plunging at the
 * hunters, cornered and desperate;

In the Mannahatta, streets, piers, shipping, storehouses,
 * and the countless workmen working in
 * the shops,

And I too of the Mannahatta, singing thereof—and
 * no less in myself than the whole of the Mannahatta
 * in itself,

Singing the song of These, my ever united lands
 * —my body no more inevitably united, part to
 * part, and made one identity, any more than
 * my lands are inevitably united, and made

Nativities, climates, the grass of the great Pastoral
 * Plains,

Cities, labors, death, animals, products, good and evil
 * —these me,