First linesWalt Whitman
- A song for occupations! A Song for Occupations
- Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Song of the Open Road
- Always our old feuillage! Our Old Feuillage
- By blue Ontario’s shore, By Blue Ontario’s Shore
- Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
- I celebrate myself, and sing myself, Song of Myself
- I wander all night in my vision, The Sleepers
- O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, O Captain! My Captain!
- O take my hand Walt Whitman! Salut au Monde!
- Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
- Singing my days, Passage to India
- When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d