By Blue Ontario's Shore, by Walt Whitman
By blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these ...
By blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these ...
We two, how long we were fool'd,
Now transmu...
Come, wet thy chest with wine: the dog-star no...
Never in tender quiet lapsed the day
From Penn...
The crystal shiver of an icicle
That falls fro...
In the dream, walking August pasture:
Gold b...
Old meandering country road, to thy track I tu...