英文詩歌賞析：Calamus

　　Calamus

　　IN PATHS UNTRODDEN

　　IN paths untrodden，

　　In the growths by margins of pond-waters，

　　Escaped from the life that exhibits itself，

　　From all the standards hitherto publish'd， from the pleasures，

　　profits， conformities，

　　Which too long I was offering to feed my soul，

　　Clear to me now standards not yet publish'd， clear to me that

　　my soul，

　　That the soul of the man I speak for rejoices in comrades，

　　Here by myself away from the clank of the world，

　　Tallying and talk'd to here by tongues aromatic，

　　No longer abash'd， (for in this secluded spot I can respond as

　　I would not dare elsewhere，)

　　Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself， yet

　　contains all the rest，

　　Resolv'd to sing no songs to-day but those of manly attachment，

　　Projecting them along that substantial life，

　　Bequeathing hence types of athletic love，