FEINBERG/WHITMAN         LITERARY FILE         POETRY FILE      "Old Age Echoes" (1891).    Offprints.
Box 28 Folder 1

Includes poems "The Unexpress'd," "Sounds of the Winter" "Sail Out for Good, 
Eidólon Yacht!," and "After the Argument." 
Also includes Horace Traubel note.[*1723*]

1891 10 February Old Age Echoes: Proof. (1p. 68 1/2 x 16 1/2 cm.)

Galley proof of four poems from 'Old Age Echoes' ('Sounds of the
Winter', 'The Unexpress'd', 'Sail Out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!', 
'After the Argument'), from Lippincott's Magazine, March 1891, with
a printed signature and a notation at the top in Traubel's hand
(See Notes Feb 10 '91). No MS material by Whitman. [*see notes Feb 10 '91*]
(From Lippincott's Magazine, March, 1891.)

OLD AGE ECHOES.
BY WALT WHITMAN.

SOUNDS OF THE WINTER.
SOUNDS of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,
Children's and women's tones—rhythm of many a farmer, and of flail,
An old man's garrulous lips among the rest—Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we too keep up the lilt.

THE UNEXPRESS'D.
How dare one say it ?
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakespeare—the long, long times'
   thick dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars—Nature's pulses
   reap'd,
All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths,
All human lives, throats, wishes, brains—all experiences' utterance ;
After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print—something lack ing,
(Who knows ? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking).

SAIL OUT FOR GOOD, EIDÓLON YACHT !
Heave the anchor short !
Raise the main-sail and jib—steer forth,
O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters,
(I will not call it our concluding voyage,
But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest ;)
Depart, depart from solid earth—no more returning to these shores,
Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,
Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,
Sail out for good, eidólon yacht of me !

AFTER THE ARGUMENT.
A group of little children with their ways and chatter flow in,
Like welcome rippling water o'er my heated nerves and flesh.(From Lippincott's Magazine, March, 1891.)

OLD AGE ECHOES.
BY WALT WHITMAN.

SOUNDS OF THE WINTER.
SOUNDS of the winter too,
Sunshine upon the mountains—many a distant strain
From cheery railroad train—from nearer field, barn, house,
The whispering air—even the mute crops, garner'd apples, corn,
Children's and women's tones—rhythm of many a farmer, and of flail,
An old man's garrulous lips among the rest—Think not we give out yet,
Forth from these snowy hairs we too keep up the lilt.

THE UNEXPRESS'D.
How dare one say it ?
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
Vaunted Ionia's, India's—Homer, Shakespeare—the long, long times'
   thick dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars—Nature's pulses
   reap'd,
All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
All ages' plummets dropt to their utmost depths,
All human lives, throats, wishes, brains—all experiences' utterance ;
After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print—something lack ing,
(Who knows ? the best yet unexpress'd and lacking).

SAIL OUT FOR GOOD, EIDÓLON YACHT !
Heave the anchor short !
Raise the main-sail and jib—steer forth,
O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters,
(I will not call it our concluding voyage,
But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest ;)
Depart, depart from solid earth—no more returning to these shores,
Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,
Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,
Sail out for good, eidólon yacht of me !

AFTER THE ARGUMENT.
A group of little children with their ways and chatter flow in,
Like welcome rippling water o'er my heated nerves and flesh.

[*1743*]
1891 March Old Age Echoes: Offprint. (1p. 25 x 16¾ cm.)

Proof of 'Old Age Echoes', four poems entitled 'Sounds of the 
Winter' (7 lines), 'The Unexpress'd' (10 lines), 'Sail Out for 
Good, O Eidólon Yacht' (9 lines), and 'After the Argument' (2 
lines), with a printed signature. No MS material by Whitman.

Offprint headed: From Lippincott's Magazine, March 1891.