Chapter III: Book V: Calamus

Scented Herbage of My Breast Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand For You, O Democracy These I Singing in Spring Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances The Base of All Metaphysics Recorders Ages Hence When I Heard at the Close of the Day Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me? Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes Trickle Drops City of Orgies Behold This Swarthy Face I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing To a Stranger This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful I Hear It Was Charged Against Me The Prairie-Grass Dividing When I Peruse the Conquer'd Fame We Two Boys Together Clinging A Promise to California Here the Frailest Leaves of Me No Labor-Saving Machine A Glimpse A Leaf for Hand in Hand Earth, My Likeness I Dream'd in a Dream What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand? To the East and to the West Sometimes with One I Love To a Western Boy Fast Anchor'd Eternal O Love! Among the Multitude O You Whom I Often and Silently Come That Shadow My Likeness Full of Life Now