I am he that aches with amorous love;Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching, attract all matter?So the Body of me, to all…
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Hush’d Be The Camps To-day By Walt Whitman
Hush’d be the camps to-day;And, soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons;And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate,Our dear commander’s death. No more for…
How Solemn As One By One By Walt Whitman
How solemn, as one by one,As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty–as the men file by where I stand;As the faces, the masks appear–as…
Hours Continuing Long By Walt Whitman
Hours continuing long, sore and heavy-hearted,Hours of the dusk, when I withdraw to a lonesome and unfrequented spot, seating myself, leaning my face in my…
Here, Sailor By Walt Whitman
What ship, puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning?Or, coming in, to avoid the bars, and follow the channel, a perfect pilot needs?Here, sailor!…
Here The Frailest Leaves Of Me By Walt Whitman
Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:Here I shade and hide my thoughts – I myself do not expose them,And yet they…
Hast Never Come To Thee An Hour By Walt Whitman
Hast never come to thee an hour,A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?These eager business aims–books, politics, art, amours,To utter nothingness?
Had I The Choice By Walt Whitman
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,Homer with all his wars and warriors, Hector, Achilles,…
Great Are The Myths By Walt Whitman
Great are the myths – I too delight in them;Great are Adam and Eve – I too look back and accept them;Great the risen and…
God By Walt Whitman
Thought of the Infinite – the All!Be thou my God. Lover Divine, and Perfect Comrade!Waiting, content, invisible yet, but certain,Be thou my God. Thou –…