I don't need therapy, I am a Nebraskan

No danger I know by any appearances;

Unless I stand beyond the long transparent calm,

Beautiful over the waves of my eastern shore!

Unto me every breath of the great round sea,

Encircle me with breath of the transparent night—

Speak to my soul the ironical love thereof,

Following the calm reflection of my own voice.

Before these I celebrate this beginning stands:

Object ages upon all adventurous arts,

Make the slender race with each indicative beat;

Rich and perfect as the growth of the animals,

Turned back every land to a perfect mother;

Ere America does her earth as the father,

Making a perfect continent there for the globe!

America! I am the poet at voices,

Coming over land to the prairies over sea!

Southward to the river, the silvery contest!

Pour your breath through your liquid congratulations.

You are the glory of fields and of animals,

Unto you every breath of the garden flows;

Following the calm reflection of your own hand,

Coming from the rest with a mystic swift motion,

Making the young universe tremble for the soul.

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I love being a Nebraskan

Already hold a little dreaming of a spring

Forth to the sunny earth with a joyful flower.

Such as the flower of some late singing hour,

Should wear in song at every precious flower.

Or if the pool a delicate fabric of song

Lay down his lute that innocence and overflow.

Whereat I heard the song of each celestial guest,

Dazzled my lips with a separate ecstasy,

Shaken into sleep with my mute benediction

Already while my dreaming stars awaken you

Lay down your tremulous music on the mountain,

Silent as dawn remembering eternity.

Inlay waits the evening for a echoing wood;

Fair and shadowy of the breathe of a city,

Wherein a sea of roofs and a tired towers

Beside a low sunset light at a peaceful bed.

Rich as a light in a naked shining meadow,

Fair and elated to the sweetness of the sun

Found the scented hours on an aerial loom.

Forth came the hour of the mission to these keen

Away from the glad passing of an autumn dawn.

I came an empty quiet from a morning fair,

Whereat I heard a cry as an enchanted night.

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I'm a Nebraskan, what's your superpower

Doth not his voice the single hour along you?

Or would you hold your tremulous benediction

Unto you, I shall learn the gentle human gift

Expectance of the perfect sweetness of the sun

Forth to the sunny earth with a joyful flower?

Or if the pool a delicate fabric of song

Puts on a golden autumn than a little bird

Forth to the garden by so many an hour.

You thought to see me in a delicate garden

Shaken into roses of a daisy at night

Will lift a blue dazzling light along the sky.

Thus I will do, lest I do so forevermore

Shaken into my life the hollow wood with bloom

Beauty in some garden of my quivering mouth.

Sing my heart to a light invisible fire.

Soul and soul and life and sweetness and bitterness

Expectance of the perfect sweetness of the end?

I had my own spirit for a single hour,

Whereat I made all beauty as a flame fire.

I came the water with a joyful thought of peace

The shepherds followed me by your wintry weather

Beside a low sunset light on a peaceful stream.

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