3 + 

Thunder on! stride on, Democracy! strike with vengeful stroke! + 

And do you rise higher than ever yet O days, O cities! + 

Crash heavier, heavier yet O storms! you have done me good, + 

My soul prepared in the mountains absorbs your immortal strong nutriment, + 

Long had I walk’d my cities, my country roads through farms, only half satisfied, + 

One doubt nauseous undulating like a snake, crawl’d on the ground before me, + 

Continually preceding my steps, turning upon me oft, ironically hissing low; + 

The cities I loved so well I abandon’d and left, I sped to the certainties suitable to me, + 

Hungering, hungering, hungering, for primal energies and Nature’s dauntlessness, + 

I refresh’d myself with it only, I could relish it only, + 

I waited the bursting forth of the pent fire⁠—on the water and air I waited long; + 

But now I no longer wait, I am fully satisfied, I am glutted, + 

I have witness’d the true lightning, I have witness’d my cities electric, + 

I have lived to behold man burst forth and warlike America rise, + 

Hence I will seek no more the food of the northern solitary wilds, + 

No more the mountains roam or sail the stormy sea. + 