Leaves of Grass Book V

 

For You O Democracy

 

Of The Terrible Doubt Of Appearances

 

Recorders Ages Hence

 

The Base Of All Metaphysics

 

I Hear It Was Charged Against Me

 

This Moment Yearning And Thoughtful

 

The Prairie-Grass Dividing

 

When I Peruse The Conquer’d Fame

 

No Labor-Saving Machine

 

I Dream’d In A Dream