Poems by Walt Whitman

Night on the prairies,
The supper is over, the fire on the ground burns low,
The wearied emi...

A noiseless patient spider,
I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated,
Mark'd h...

No labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made,
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any...

Not heat flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
Not the air delicious and dr...

Not heaving from my ribb'd breast only,
Not in sighs at night in rage dissatisfied with myself,...

Not youth pertains to me,
Nor delicatesse, I cannot beguile the time with talk,
Awkward in t...

Now finale to the shore,
Now land and life finale and farewell,
Now Voyager depart, (much, ...

Now precedent songs, farewell--by every name farewell,
(Trains of a staggering line in many a ...

O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize ...

Of him I love day and night I dream'd I heard he was dead,
And I dream'd I went where they had ...

Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank,
I'll mind the lesson, solitary bir...

Of the terrible doubt of appearances,
Of the uncertainty after all, that we may be deluded,
...

O hymen! O hymenee! Why do you tantalize me thus?
O why sting me for a swift moment only?
Why c...

The touch of flame--the illuminating fire--the loftiest look at last,
O'er city, passion, sea...

An ancient song, reciting, ending,
Once gazing toward thee, Mother of All,
Musing, seekin...