On the beach at night alone,As the old mother sways her to and fro, singing her husky song,As I watch the bright stars shining–I think a thought of the clef ofthe universes, and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all,All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets, comets, asteroids,All the substances of the…
On The Beach At Night By Walt Whitman
On the beach, at night,Stands a child, with her father,Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness,While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in…
On Old Man’s Thought Of School By Walt Whitman
An old man’s thought of School;An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms, that youth itself cannot. Now only do I know you!O fair auroral…
Old Ireland By Walt Whitman
Far hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,Once a queen – now lean and tatter’d, seated on the…
Offerings By Walt Whitman
A thousand perfect men and women appear,Around each gathers a cluster of friends, and gay children and youths, with offerings.
Of The Visage Of Things By Walt Whitman
Of the visages of things – And of piercing through to the accepted hells beneath;Of ugliness – To me there is just as much in…
Of The Terrible Doubt Of Apperarances By Walt Whitman
Of the terrible doubt of appearances,Of the uncertainty after all – that we may be deluded,That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,That…
Of Him I Love Day And Night By Walt Whitman
Of him I love day and night, I dream’d I heard he was dead;And I dream’d I went where they had buried him I love…
O You Whom I Often And Silently Come By 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,…
O Tan-Faced Prairie Boy By Walt Whitman
O tan-faced prairie-boy!Before you came to camp, came many a welcome gift;Praises and presents came, and nourishing food – till at last, among the recruits,You…