A carol closing sixty-nine -- a resume -- a repetition, My lines in joy and hope continuing on the same, Of ye, O God, Life, Nature, Freedom, Poetry; Of you, my Land -- your rivers, prairies, States -- you, mottled Flag I love, Your aggregate retain'd entire -- Of north, south, east and west, your items all; Of me myself -- the jocund heart yet beating in my breast, The body wreck'd, old, poor and paralyzed -- the strange inertia falling pall-like round me, The burning fires down in my sluggish blood not yet extinct, The undiminish'd faith -- the groups of loving friends. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 11 by EZRA POUND OLD OSAWATOMIE by CARL SANDBURG TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME by APHRA BEHN IMITATION OF POPE: A COMPLIMENT TO THE LADIES by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |