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Leaves of Grass.

The boats are partly drawn up—the water slaps
against them,
On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the
water, lie the green-backed spotted mossbonkers.

24.I see the despondent red man in the west, lingering
about the banks of Moingo, and about Lake
Pepin,
He has heard the quail and beheld the honey-bee, and
sadly prepared to depart.

25.I see the regions of snow and ice,
I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn,
I see the seal-seeker in his boat, poising his lance,
I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge, drawn by
dogs,
I see the porpoise-hunters—I see the whale-crews of
the South Pacific and the North Atlantic,
I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland
—I mark the long winters, and the
isolation.

26.I see the cities of the earth, and make myself at random
a part of them,
I am a real Parisian,
I am a habitan of Vienna, St. Petersburg, Berlin,
Constantinople,
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh,
Limerick,
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons,
Brussels, Berne, Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin,
Florence,