O Magnet-South, by Walt Whitman
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My...
O magnet-south! O glistening perfumed South! My...
1 I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And...
RATTLE-SNAKE MOUNTAIN
Every night the sky grip...
Rounded to a wide eyed clownishness
Crowned by...
August sauntered down the mountain-side,
Drop...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since b...
The Cormorant builds on a ledge by the sea;
T...