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Go, let the fatted calf be kill’d;

My prodigal’s come home at last,

With noble resolutions fill’d,

And fill’d with sorrow for the past:

No more will burn with love or wine;

But quite has left his women and his swine.

Welcome, ah! welcome, my poor heart!

Welcome! I little thought, I’ll swear

(‘T is now so long since we did part),

Ever again to see thee here:

Dear wanderer! Since from me you fled,

How often have I heard that thou wert dead!

Hast thou not found each woman’s breast

(The lands where thou hast travelled)

Either by savages possest,

Or wild and uninhabited?

What joy couldst take, or what repose,

In countries so unciviliz’d as those?

Lust, the scorching dog-star, here

Rages with immoderate heat;

Whilst pride, the rugged Northern bear,

In others makes the cold too great:

And, where these are temperate known,

The soil’s all barren sand or rocky stone.

When once or twice you chanc’d to view

A rich, well-govern’d heart,

Like China, it admitted you

But to the frontier-part.

From Paradise shut for evermore,

What good is ‘t that an angel kept the door?

Well fare the pride, and the disdain,

And vanities, with beauty join’d;

I ne’er had seen this heart again,

If any fair-one had been kind:

My dove, but once let loose, I doubt

Would ne’er return, had not the flood been out.

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Poems in English 

• I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I hear it was Charged against Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Hear America Singing. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• I am He that Aches with Love. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hush’d be the Camps To-day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• How Solemn as One by One. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hours Continuing Long. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here the Frailest Leaves of Me. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Here, Sailor. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Great are the Myths. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gods. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Germs. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Paumanok Starting. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From My Last Years. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• From Far Dakota’s Cañons. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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