invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. The song continues in this fashion, with the italicized phrase (a part of the bird) in each verse being substituted with a new one, with the previous items being recited at the end.
Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it? The young men float on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they do not ask who seizes than fast to them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant and bending arch, They do not think whom they souse with spray. Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, song His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns. The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.