Passage to India, by Walt Whitman
1 Singing my days,
Singing the great achiev...
1 Singing my days,
Singing the great achiev...
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
The day is done, the sunset fires grow pale
B...
Twilight silently, softly falls,
Touching va...
Thick and green, the hills rise
on each other...
Cross hatched with pollen
Arms sensually akimb...