Poems by Walt Whitman

Poems by Walt Whitman

To a Stranger, by Walt Whitman

Passing stranger! You do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, ...

To Get the Final Lilt of Songs, by Walt Whitman

To get the final lilt of songs,
To penetrate the inmost lore of poets--to know the mighty ones,...

To Him That Was Crucified, by Walt Whitman

My spirit to yours dear brother,
Do not mind because many sounding your name do not understand ...

To One Shortly to Die, by Walt Whitman

From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you,
You are to die--let others tell ...

To the East and to the West, by Walt Whitman

To the East and to the West,
To the man of the Seaside State and of Pennsylvania,
To the Kana...

To Thee Old Cause, by Walt Whitman

To thee old cause!
Thou peerless, passionate, good cause,
Thou stern, remorseless, sweet i...

To the Garden the World, by Walt Whitman

To the garden the world anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
The love...

To the Leaven'd Soil They Trod, by Walt Whitman

To the leaven'd soil they trod calling I sing for the last,
(Forth from my tent emerging for go...

To the Man-of-War-Bird, by Walt Whitman

Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm,
Waking renew'd on thy prodigious pinions,

To the Sun-Set Breeze, by Walt Whitman

Ah, whispering, something again, unseen,
Where late this heated day thou enterest at my wind...

To Think of Time, by Walt Whitman

1 To think of time--of all that retrospection,
To think of to-day, and the ages continued he...

To Those Who've Fail'd, by Walt Whitman

To those who've fail'd, in aspiration vast,
To unnam'd soldiers fallen in front on the lead,

Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand, by Walt Whitman

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fai...

When the Full-Grown Poet Came, by Walt Whitman

When the full-grown poet came,
Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all i...

Whispers of Heavenly Death, by Walt Whitman

Whispers of heavenly death murmur'd I hear,
Labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,