In paths untrodden,

In the growth 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, feeds, 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,

Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my forty-
first year,

I proceed, for all who are, or have been, young men,

To tell the secret of my nights and days,

To celebrate the need of comrades.

As I walk, solitary, unattended,

Around me I hear that eclat of the world—politics, 
produce,

The announcements of recognized things—science,

The approved growth of cities, and the spread of 
inventions.

I see the ships, (they will last a few years,)

The vast factories, with their foremen and workmen,

And hear the indorsement of all, and do not object 
to it.

But we too announce solid things;

Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing 
—they serve,

They stand for realities—all is as it should be.

Then my realities;

What else is so real as mine?

Libertad, and the divine average—Freedom to every 
slave on the face of the earth,

The rapt promises and luminé of seers—the spiritual 
world—these centuries-lasting songs,

And our visions, the visions of poets, the most solid 
announcements of any.

For we support all,

After the rest is done and gone, we remain;

There is no final reliance but upon us;

Democracy rests finally upon us, (I, my brethren, 
begin it,)

And our visions sweep through eternity

In the growth by margins of pond-waters" Uses the way he forms sentences to enhance nature through his writing.
Exaggeration: "Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself" Life does not "exhibit itself" this is an exaggeration.
Naturalism: "Here, by myself, away from the clank of the world" Self-introspection and the importance of seclusion.
Onomatopoeia: "Bequeathing, hence, types of athletic love,

Afternoon, this delicious Ninth-month, in my forty-
first year" Uses the word delicious to connotate that the afternoon was that way.

Diction- Whitman creates his own diction because he uses the free form style of poetry. in the line, "Science, ships, politics, cities, factories, are not nothing" Whitman starts to rhyme and then totally changes the line.
Tone- Uses an informal calm tone, speaks to us as if we are friends. "As I walk, solitary, unattended"
Monologue- Whitman's texts speaks at people not with them. ""