WALT WHITMAN DESCRIBES MAJOR W. 38 SERGEANT FINCH 39 C COMPANY COOK 40 EPITAPH 41 SONNET 42 THE FIRST SPRING DAY 43 DEFIANCE 45 THE ORCHARDS, THE SEA, AND THE GUNS 46 DYING IN SPRING 47 VICTORY 48 DEATH THE REVEALER 49 F. W. H. 50 POETRY 51 PROSE POEMS-- 1. HEAVEN 52 2. THE MOTH 53 3. THE ARTIST 54 4. THE WINDOW GLASS 55 5. IN THE FIELD OF TIME 56 6. BLUE GRASS 57 7. THE POET 58 8. SORROW 59 9. THE MIRACLE 60 10. FAITH 61 11. TIME--THE HORSE 62 12. THE REBUILDING OF REALITY 63 13. THE TOKEN 64 _IN FLANDERS_ _I’m homesick for my hills again-- My hills again! To see above the Severn plain Unscabbarded against the sky The blue high blade of Cotswold lie; The giant clouds go royally By jagged Malvern with a train Of shadows. Where the land is low Like a huge imprisoning O I hear a heart that’s sound and high, I hear the heart within me cry: “I’m homesick for my hills again-- My hills again! Cotswold or Malvern, sun or rain! My hills again!”_ A SONG OF GLOUCESTERSHIRE (_Dedicated to the Gloucestershire Society_) _North, South, East, and West: Think of whichever you love the best. Forest and vale and high blue hill: You may have whichever you will, And quaff one cup to the love o’ your soul Before we drink to the lovely whole._ Here are high hills with towns all stone, (Did you come from the Cotswolds then?) And an architecture all their own, And a breed of sturdy men. But here’s a forest old and stern, (Say, do you know the Wye?) Where sunlight dapples green miles of fern, A river wandering by. Here’s peaceful meadow-land and kine, (Do you see a fair grey tower?) Where sweet together close entwine Grass, clover, and daisy flower. Here stretches the land toward the sea (Behold the castle bold!) Where men live out life merrily, And die merry and old.