Poems by Walt Whitman

1 Rise O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep,
Long for my soul...

Roots and leaves themselves alone are these,
Scents brought to men and women from the wild wood...

The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas'd,
The countless (nineteen-twentieths) low and...

Heave the anchor short!
Raise main-sail and jib--steer forth,
O little white-hull'd sloop, no...

1 O take my hand Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! Such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unen...

Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and
n...

Scented herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you I glean, I write, to be perused best afterwards...

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,
As...

O sight of pity, shame and dole!
O fear...

1 I wander all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly steppin...

Aboard at a ship's helm,
A young steersman steering with care. Through fog on a sea-coa...

Adieu O soldier,
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared, )
The rapid march, the life ...

After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds,
After the white-gray sails taut to their spars ...

After the supper and talk--after the day is done,
As a friend from friends his final withdrawal...

Ages and ages returning at intervals,
Undestroy'd, wandering immortal,
Lusty, phallic, wit...