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Rh  These! These, my voice announcing—I will sleep
 * no more, but arise;

You oceans that have been calm within me! how
 * I feel you, fathomless, stirring, preparing
 * unprecedented waves and storms.

See! steamers steaming through my poems! See, in my poems immigrants continually coming
 * and landing;

See, in arriere, the wigwam, the trail, the hunter's
 * hut, the flat-boat, the maize-leaf, the claim, the
 * rude fence, and the backwoods village;

See, on the one side the Western Sea, and on the
 * other side the Eastern Sea, how they advance
 * and retreat upon my poems, as upon their own
 * shores;

See, pastures and forests in my poems—See, animals,
 * wild and tame—See, beyond the Kanzas, countless
 * herds of buffalo, feeding on short curly
 * grass;

See, in my poems, old and new cities, solid, vast,
 * inland, with paved streets, with iron and stone
 * edifices, and ceaseless vehicles, and commerce;

See the populace, millions upon millions, handsome,
 * tall, muscular, both sexes, clothed in easy and
 * dignified clothes—teaching, commanding, marrying,
 * generating, equally electing and elective;

See, the many-cylinder'd steam printing-press—See,
 * the electric telegraph—See, the strong and
 * quick locomotive, as it departs, panting, blowing
 * the steam-whistle;

See, ploughmen, ploughing farms—See, miners,
 * digging mines—See, the numberless factories;