Virginia⁠—The West

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) · Leaves of Grass · Drum-Taps · 1876

The noble sire fallen on evil days,
I saw with hand uplifted, menacing, brandishing,
(Memories of old in abeyance, love and faith in abeyance,)
The insane knife toward the Mother of All.

The noble son on sinewy feet advancing,
I saw, out of the land of prairies, land of Ohio’s waters and of Indiana,
To the rescue the stalwart giant hurry his plenteous offspring,
Drest in blue, bearing their trusty rifles on their shoulders.

Then the Mother of All with calm voice speaking,
As to you Rebellious, (I seemed to hear her say,) why strive against me, and why seek my life?
When you yourself forever provide to defend me?
For you provided me Washington⁠—and now these also.

Where this text comes from

First published in Two Rivulets (Camden, 1876). Located in this edition by matching this text's lines against the 1876 Two Rivulets scan. The corpus text follows the 1891–92 arrangement, by which the poem had been revised. First located printing is this volume; an earlier periodical printing has not been established. [1]

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Cite this poem

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). “Virginia⁠—The West.” First published in Two Rivulets (Camden, 1876). Text: Poem Index, https://poemindex.org/walt-whitman/virginia-the-west/. Append #L14 to cite line 14, or #L4-L9 for lines 4–9.

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