CROSSING BROOKLYN FERRY. (1867)

¹ FLOOD-TIDE below me! I watch you face to face;

Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I see
         you also face to face.

² Crowds of men and women attired in the usual cos-
         tumes! how curious you are to me!

On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that
         cross, returning home, are more curious to me
         than you suppose;

And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence,
         are more to me, and more in my meditations,
         than you might suppose.

³ The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at
         all hours of the day;

The simple, compact, well-join'd scheme—myself dis-
         integrated, every one disintegrated, yet part of
         the scheme;

The similitudes of the past, and those of the future;

The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights and
         hearings—on the walk in the street, and the
         passage over the river;

The current rushing so swiftly, and swimming with me
         far away;

The others that are to follow me, the ties between me
         and them;

The certainty of others—the life, love, sight, hearing
         of others.

⁴ Others will enter the gates of the ferry, and cross
         from shore to shore;

Others will watch the run of the flood-tide;

Others will see the shipping of Manhattan north and
         west, and the heights of Brooklyn to the south
         and east;

Others will see the islands large and small;

Fifty years hence, others will see them as they cross,
         the sun half an hour high;

A hundred years hence, or ever so many hundred years
         hence, others will see them,

Will enjoy the sunset, the pouring in of the flood-tide,
         the falling back to the sea of the ebb-tide.

⁵ It avails not, neither time or place—distance avails
         not;

I am with you, you men and women of a generation,
         or ever so many generations hence;

I project myself—also I return—I am with you, and
         know how it is.

⁶ Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky
         so I felt;

Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one
         of a crowd;

Just as you are refresh'd by the gladness of the river
         and the bright flow, I was refresh'd;

Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with
         the swift current, I stood, yet was hurried;

Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and
         the thick-stem'd pipes of steamboats, I look'd.

⁷ I too many and many a time cross'd the river, the
         sun half an hour high;

I watched the Twelfth-month sea-gulls—I saw them
         high in the air, floating with motionless wings,
         oscillating their bodies,

I saw how the glistening yellow lit up parts of their
         bodies, and left the rest in strong shadow,

I saw the slow-wheeling circles, and the gradual edging
         toward the south.

⁸ I too saw the reflection of the summer sky in the
         water,

Had my eyes dazzled by the shimmering track of
         beams,

Look'd at the fine centrifugal spokes of light round the
         shape of my head in the sun-lit water,

Look'd on the haze on the hills southward and south-
         westward,

Look'd on the vapor as it flew in fleeces tinged with
         violet,

Look'd toward the lower bay to notice the arriving
         ships,

Saw their approach, saw aboard those that were near me,

Saw the white sails of schooners and sloops, saw the
         ships at anchor,

The sailors at work in the rigging, or out astride the
         spars,

The round masts, the swinging motion of the hulls, the
         slender serpentine pennants,

The large and small steamers in motion, the pilots in
         their pilot-houses,

The white wake left by the passage, the quick trem-
         ulous whirl of the wheels,

The flags of all nations, the falling of them at sun-set,

The scallop-edged waves in the twilight, the ladled
         cups, the frolicsome crests and glistening,

The stretch afar growing dimmer and dimmer, the gray
         walls of the granite store-houses by the docks,

On the river the shadowy group, the big steam-tug
         closely flank'd on each side by the barges—the
         hay-boat, the belated lighter,

On the neighboring shore, the fires from the foundry
         chimneys burning high and glaringly into the
         night,

Casting their flicker of black, contrasted with wild red
         and yellow light, over the tops of houses, and
         down into the clefts of streets.

⁹ These, and all else, were to me the same as they are
         to you;

I project myself a moment to tell you—also I return.

¹⁰ I loved well those cities;

I loved well the stately and rapid river;

The men and women I saw were all near to me;

Others the same—others who look back on me, because
         I look'd forward to them;

(The time will come, though I stop here to-day and
         to-night.)

¹¹ What is it, then, between us?

What is the count of the scores or hundreds of years
         between us?

¹² Whatever it is, it avails not—distance avails not,
         and place avails not.

¹³ I too lived—Brooklyn, of ample hills, was mine;

I too walked the streets of Manhattan Island, and
         bathed in the waters around it;

I too felt the curious abrupt questionings stir within
         me,

In the day, among crowds of people, sometimes they
         came upon me,

In my walks home late at night, or as I lay in my bed,
         they came upon me.

¹⁴ I too had been struck from the float forever held in
         solution;

I too had receiv'd identity by my Body;

That I was, I knew was of my body—and what I
         should be, I knew I should be of my body.

¹⁵ It is not upon you alone the dark patches fall,

The dark threw patches down upon me also;

The best I had done seem'd to me blank and sus-
         picious;

My great thoughts, as I supposed them, were they not
         in reality meagre? would not people laugh at
         me?

¹⁶ It is not you alone who know what it is to be evil;

I am he who knew what it was to be evil;

I too knitted the old knot of contrariety,

Blabb'd, blush'd, resented, lied, stole, grudg'd,

Had guile, anger, lust, hot wishes I dared not
         speak,

Was wayward, vain, greedy, shallow, sly, cowardly,
         malignant,;

The wolf, the snake, the hog, not wanting in me,

The cheating look, the frivolous word, the adulterous
         wish, not wanting,

Refusals, hates, postponements, meanness, laziness,
         none of these wanting.

¹⁷ But I was Manhattanese, friendly and proud!

I was call'd by my nighest name by clear loud voices
         of young men as they saw me approaching or
         passing,

Felt their arms on my neck as I stood, or the negligent
         leaning of their flesh against me as I sat,

Saw many I loved in the street, or ferry-boat, or public
         assembly, yet never told them a word,

Lived the same life with the rest, the same old laugh-
         ing, gnawing, sleeping,

Play'd the part that still looks back on the actor or
         actress,

The same old role, the role that is what we make it,
         as great as we like,

Or as small as we like, or both great and small.

¹⁸ Closer yet I approach you;

What thought you have of me, I had as much of you
         —I laid in my stores in advance;

I consider'd long and seriously of you before you were
         born.

¹⁹ Who was to know what should come home to me?

Who knows but I am enjoying this?

Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now,
         for all you cannot see me?

²⁰ It is not you alone, nor I alone;

Not a few races, nor a few generations, nor a few
         centuries;

It is that each came, or comes, or shall come, from its
         due emission, without fail, either now, or then,
         or henceforth.

²¹ Every thing indicates—the smallest does, and the
         largest does;

A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul
         for a proper time.

²² Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately
         and admirable to me than my mast-hemm'd
         Manhatta,

My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edg'd waves of
         flood-tide,

The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in
         the twilight, and the belated lighter;

Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me by
         the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly
         and loudly by my nighest name as I approach;

Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me
         to the woman or man that looks in my face,

Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning
         into you.

²³ We understand, then, do we not?

What I promis'd without mentioning it, have you not
         accepted?

What the study could not teach—what the preaching
         could not accomplish, is accomplish'd, is it not?

What the push of reading could not start, is started
         by me personally, is it not?

²⁴ Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb
         with the ebb-tide!

Frolic on, crested and scallop-edged waves!

Gorgeous clouds of the sun-set! drench with your
         splendor me, or the men and women generations
         after me;

Cross from shore to shore, countless crowds of pas-
         sengers!

Stand up, tall masts of Mannahatta!—stand up, beauti-
         ful hills of Brooklyn!

Bully for you! you proud, friendly, free Manhat-
         tanese!

Throb, baffled and curious brain! throw out questions
         and answers!

Suspend here and everywhere, eternal float of solu-
         tion!

Blab, blush, lie, steal, you or I or any one after us!

Gaze, loving and thirsting eyes, in the house, or street,
         or public assembly!

Sound out, voices of young men! loudly and musically
         call me by my nighest name!

Live, old life! play the part that looks back on the
         actor or actress!

Play the old role, the role that is great or small,
         according as one makes it!

Consider, you who peruse me, whether I may not in
         unknown ways be looking upon you;

Be firm, rail over the river, to support those who lean
         idly, yet haste with the hasting current;

Fly on, sea-birds! fly sideways, or wheel in large cir-
         cles high in the air;

Receive the summer sky, you water! and faithfully
         hold it, till all downcast eyes have time to take
         it from you;

Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my
         head, or any one's head, in the sun-lit water;

Come on, ships from the lower bay! pass up or down,
         white-sail'd schooners, sloops, lighters!

Flaunt away, flags of all nations! be duly lower'd at
         sunset;

Burn high your fires, foundry chimneys! cast black
         shadows at nightfall! cast red and yellow light
         over the tops of the houses;

Appearances, now or henceforth, indicate what you
         are;

You necessary film, continue to envelop the soul;

About my body for me, and your body for you, be
         hung our divinest aromas;

Thrive, cities! bring your freight, bring your shows,
         ample and sufficient rivers;

Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more
         spiritual;

Keep your places, objects than which none else is more
         lasting.

²⁵ We descend upon you and all things—we arrest you
         all;

We realize the soul only by you, you faithful solids
         and fluids;

Through you color, form, location, sublimity, ideality;

Through you every proof, comparison, and all the sug-
         gestions and determinations of ourselves.

²⁶ You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beau-
         tiful ministers! you novices!

We receive you with free sense at last, and are insati-
         ate henceforward;

Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or with-
         hold yourselves from us;

We use you, and do not cast you aside—we plant you
         permanently within us;

We fathom you not—we love you—there is perfection
         in you also;

You furnish your parts toward eternity;

Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the
         soul.