Joy! shipmate--joy!
(Pleas'd to my Soul at death I cry;)
Our life is closed--our life begins;
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last--she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore;
Joy! shipmate--joy!

(C) Walt Whitman
03/05/2017


Best Poems of Walt Whitman

• Song Of Myself
• Song At Sunset
• Beautiful Women
• In Midnight Sleep
• O Hymen! O Hymenee!
• Walt Whitman
• To Think Of Time
• I Hear America Singing
• I Thought I Was Not Alone
• When I Read The Book
• Had I The Choice
• A Noiseless Patient Spider
• Salut Au Monde
• Sea-shore Memories
• When I Heard The Learnd Astronomer
• Mannahatta
• Thoughts
• Europe, The 72d And 73d Years Of These States
• Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All
• To A Common Prostitute