Poems by Walt Whitman

By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
In every crest some undu...

By the bivouac's fitful flame,
A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow--but
...

Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars,
When as order'd forward, after a lo...

A carol closing sixty-nine--a resume--a repetition,
My lines in joy and hope continuing on the ...

A line in long array where they wind betwixt green islands,
They take a serpentine course, the...

[Volunteer of 1861-2, at Washington Park, Brooklyn, assisting
the Centenarian.]
Give me you...

1 Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides,
Out of the old an...

By the city dead-house by the gate,
As idly sauntering wending my way from the clangor,
I cur...

City of orgies, walks and joys,
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one da...

City of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful sharp-bow'd steam-ships ...

Come up from the fields father, here's a letter from our Pete,
And come to the front door moth...

The commonplace I sing;
How cheap is health! How cheap nobility!
Abstinence, no falsehood, n...

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form--no object of the worl...

1 Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face!
Clouds of the west--sun there half an hour high...

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest, )
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, ...