Poems by Walt Whitman
Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field one Night
... here and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited, ...
Come Up from the Fields Father
... las poor boy, he will never be better, (nor may-be needs to be better, that brave and simple soul,) ...
To You.
... STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you ...
As I Ponderd in Silence.
... it said; Knowst thou not, there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards ...
Walt Whitman.
... promenaders; The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb, the clank of the ...
Song at Sunset.
... As I bathed on the beach of the Eastern Sea, and again on the beach of the Western Sea ...
Ashes of Soldiers.
... Sweet are the blooming cheeks of the living! sweet are the musical voices sounding! ...
When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloomd.
... the air; With the fresh sweet herbage under foot, and the pale green leaves of the trees prolific ...
To Foreign Lands.
... I HEARD that you askd for something to prove this puzzle, the New World, ...
Adieu to a Soldier.
... Spell of all brave and manly heartsthe trains of Time through you, and like of you, ...
In Midnight Sleep.
... Where through the carnage I moved with a callous composureor away from the fallen, ...
Miracles.
... Or talk by day with any one I loveor sleep in the bed at night with any one I love, ...
All is Truth.
... blood? Meditating among liars, and retreating sternly into myself, I see that there are really no ...
So Long.
... preparing. What is there more, that I lag and pause, and crouch extended with unshut mouth ...
Poem of Joys.
... Or, another time, in warm weather, out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots, where they are ...
