啊，写出最欢快的诗!甚至把这些和死亡的颂歌结合起来。啊，充满了音乐!充满了男子气概，妇女气概，婴儿气概!到处都是普通的职业!满是谷物和树木。啊，为了动物的声音!啊，为鱼的敏捷和平衡!啊，但愿雨点滴在一首诗里!啊，在诗里有阳光，有波浪的起伏。 O the joy of my spirit! it is uncaged! it darts like lightning! It is not enough to have this globe, or a certain time--I will have thousands of globes, and all time. O the engineer's joys! 10 To go with a locomotive! To hear the hiss of steam--the merry shriek--the steam-whistle--the laughing locomotive! To push with resistless way, and speed off in the distance. O the gleesome saunter over fields and hill-sides! The leaves and flowers of the commonest weeds--the moist fresh stillness of the woods, The exquisite smell of the earth at day-break, and all through the forenoon. O the horseman's and horsewoman's joys! The saddle--the gallop--the pressure upon the seat--the cool gurgling by the ears and hair. O the fireman's joys! I hear the alarm at dead of night, 20 I hear bells--shouts!--I pass the crowd--I run! The sight of the flames maddens me with pleasure. O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena, in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent. O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human Soul is capable of generating and emitting in steady and limitless floods. O the mother's joys! The watching--the endurance--the precious love--the anguish--the patiently yielded life. O the joy of increase, growth, recuperation; The joy of soothing and pacifying--the joy of concord and harmony. O to go back to the place where I was born! To hear the birds sing once more! 30 To ramble about the house and barn, and over the fields, once more, And through the orchard and along the old lanes once more. O male and female! O the presence of women! (I swear there is nothing more exquisite to me than the mere presence of women;) O for the girl, my mate! O for the happiness with my mate! O the young man as I pass! O I am sick after the friendship of him who, I fear, is indifferent to me. O the streets of cities! The flitting faces--the expressions, eyes, feet, costumes! O I cannot tell how welcome they are to me. O to have been brought up on bays, lagoons, creeks, or along the coast! O to continue and be employ'd there all my life! 40 O the briny and damp smell--the shore--the salt weeds exposed at low water, The work of fishermen--the work of the eel-fisher and clam-fisher. O it is I! I come with my clam-rake and spade! I come with my eel-spear; Is the tide out? I join the group of clam-diggers on the flats, I laugh and work with them--I joke at my work, like a mettlesome young man. In winter I take my eel-basket and eel-spear and travel out on foot on the ice--I have a small axe to cut holes in the ice; Behold me, well-clothed, going gaily, or returning in the afternoon-- my brood of tough boys accompaning me, My brood of grown and part-grown boys, who love to be with no one else so well as they love to be with me, By day to work with me, and by night to sleep with me. 50 Or, another time, in warm weather, out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots, where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys;) O the sweetness of the Fifth-month morning upon the water, as I row, just before sunrise, toward the buoys; I pull the wicker pots up slantingly--the dark-green lobsters are desperate with their claws, as I take them out--I insert wooden pegs in the joints of their pincers, I go to all the places, one after another, and then row back to the shore, There, in a huge kettle of boiling water, the lobsters shall be boil'd till their color becomes scarlet. Or, another time, mackerel-taking, Voracious, mad for the hook, near the surface, they seem to fill the water for miles: Or, another time, fishing for rock-fish, in Chesapeake Bay--I one of the brown-faced crew: Or, another time, trailing for blue-fish off Paumanok, I stand with braced body, My left foot is on the gunwale--my right arm throws the coils of slender rope, 60 In sight around me the quick veering and darting of fifty skiffs, my companions. O boating on the rivers! The voyage down the Niagara, (the St. Lawrence,)--the superb scenery--the steamers, The ships sailing--the Thousand Islands--the occasional timber-raft, and the raftsmen with long-reaching sw