BY broad Potomac's shore--again, old tongue!
 (Still uttering--still ejaculating--canst never cease this babble?)
 Again, old heart so gay--again to you, your sense, the full flush
 spring returning;
 Again the freshness and the odors--again Virginia's summer sky,
 pellucid blue and silver,
 Again the forenoon purple of the hills,
 Again the deathless grass, so noiseless, soft and green,
 Again the blood-red roses blooming.


 Perfume this book of mine, O blood-red roses!
 Lave subtly with your waters every line, Potomac!
 Give me of you, O spring, before I close, to put between its
 pages! 10
 O forenoon purple of the hills, before I close, of you!
 O smiling earth--O summer sun, give me of you!
 O deathless grass, of you!