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! 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!