As I walk these broad majestic days of peace For the war, the struggle of blood finishd, wherein, O terrific Ideal Against vast odds erewhile having gloriously won Now thou stridest on, yet perhaps in time toward denser wars Perhaps to engage in time in still more dreadful contests, dangers Longer campaigns and crises, labors beyond all others, Around me I hear that eclat of the world, politics, produce The announcements of recognized things, science The approved growth of cities and the spread of inventions I see the ships, they will last a few years, The vast factories with their foremen and workmen And hear the indorsement of all, and do not object to it But I too announce solid things Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing Like a grand procession to music of distant bugles pouring Triumphantly moving, and grander heaving in sight They stand for realitiesall is as it should be Then my realities What else is so real as mine? Libertad and the divine average, freedom to every slave on the face of the earth The rapt promises and lumin of seers, the spiritual world, these centurieslasting songs And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid announcements of any
announcement, vast, factory, perhaps, finishd