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As At Thy Portals Also Death.
© Walt Whitman
AS at thy portals also death,
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,
To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,
To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come.
© Walt Whitman
O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you;
As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
© Walt Whitman
JOY! shipmatejoy!
(Pleasd to my Soul at death I cry;)
Our life is closedour life begins;
The long, long anchorage we leave,
A Sight in Camp.
© Walt Whitman
A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospital tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, untended lying,
1861.
© Walt Whitman
AARMD year! year of the struggle!
No dainty rhymes or sentimental love verses for you, terrible year!
Not you as some pale poetling, seated at a desk, lisping cadenzas piano;
But as a strong man, erect, clothed in blue clothes, advancing, carrying a rifle on your
To a Western Boy.
© Walt Whitman
O BOY of the West!
To you many things to absorb, I teach, to help you become eleve of mine:
Yet if blood like mine circle not in your veins;
If you be not silently selected by lovers, and do not silently select lovers,
Of what use is it that you seek to become eleve of mine? 5
Native Moments.
© Walt Whitman
NATIVE moments! when you come upon meAh you are here now!
Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life coarse and rank!
To-day, I go consort with natures darlingsto-night too;
City of Ships.
© Walt Whitman
CITY of ships!
(O the black ships! O the fierce ships!
O the beautiful, sharp-bowd steam-ships and sail-ships!)
City of the world! (for all races are here;
Untold Want, The.
© Walt Whitman
THE untold want, by life and land neer granted,
Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find.
Offerings.
© Walt Whitman
A THOUSAND perfect men and women appear,
Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun.
© Walt Whitman
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GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling;
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard;
Give me a field where the unmowd grass grows;
Think of the Soul.
© Walt Whitman
THINK of the Soul;
I swear to you that body of yours gives proportions to your Soul somehow to live in other
spheres;
I do not know how, but I know it is so.
Sparkles from The Wheel.
© Walt Whitman
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WHERE the citys ceaseless crowd moves on, the live-long day,
Withdrawn, I join a group of children watchingI pause aside with them.
Hushd be the Camps To-day.
© Walt Whitman
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HUSHD be the camps to-day;
And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons;
And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,
We TwoHow Long We were Foold.
© Walt Whitman
WE twohow long we were foold!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Naturelong have we been absent, but now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
Aboard at a Ships Helm.
© Walt Whitman
, at a ships helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.
A bell through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
Visord.
© Walt Whitman
A MASKa perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
Concealing her face, concealing her form,
Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.
A Farm-Picture.
© Walt Whitman
THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding;
And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.
To a President.
© Walt Whitman
ALL you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages,
You have not learnd of Natureof the politics of Nature, you have not
learnd
the
Roaming in Thought.
© Walt Whitman
ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening
towards
immortality,
And the vast all that is calld Evil I saw hastening to merge itself and become lost
and
dead.
