Poems by Walt Whitman

I need no assurances, I am a man who is preoccupied of his own soul;
I do not doubt that from ...

As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud,
A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me. ...

As they draw to a close,
Of what underlies the precedent songs--of my aims in them,
Of the se...

As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods,
To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (f...

And now gentlemen,
A word I give to remain in your memories and minds,
As base and finale too...

Beat! Beat! Drums!--blow! Bugles! Blow!
Through the windows--through doors--burst like a ruthles...

How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals, )
How dear and dreadful they...

Beginning my studies the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact consciousness, these for...

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
...

I see before me now a traveling army halting,
Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and th...

To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early,
Here's a good place at the corner, I ...

What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim t...

1 Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded env...

By blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these warlike days and of peace return'd, and the
dead...

By broad Potomac's shore, again old tongue,
(Still uttering, still ejaculating, canst never ...