First linesWalt Whitman

A batter’d, wreck’d old man, Prayer of Columbus
A California song, Song of the Redwood-Tree
A carol closing sixty-nine⁠—a résumé⁠—a repetition, A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine
A glimpse through an interstice caught, A Glimpse
A great year and place, France
A leaf for hand in hand; A Leaf for Hand in Hand
A lesser proof than old Voltaire’s, yet greater, Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
A line in long array where they wind betwixt green islands, Cavalry Crossing a Ford
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown, A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown
A mask, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself, Visor’d
A newer garden of creation, no primal solitude, The Prairie States
A noiseless patient spider, A Noiseless Patient Spider
A promise to California, A Promise to California
A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim, A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim
A song for occupations! A Song for Occupations
A song of the rolling earth, and of words according, A Song of the Rolling Earth
A song, a poem of itself⁠—the word itself a dirge, Yonnondio
A thousand perfect men and women appear, Offerings
A vague mist hanging ’round half the pages: Apparitions
A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power, A Voice from Death
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking, A Woman Waits for Me
Aboard at a ship’s helm, Aboard at a Ship’s Helm
Add to your show, before you close it, France, Bravo, Paris Exposition!
Adieu O soldier, Adieu to a Soldier
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Song of the Open Road
After a long, long course, hundreds of years, denials, Long, Long Hence
After a week of physical anguish, An Evening Lull
After surmounting three-score and ten, My 71st Year
After the dazzle of day is gone, After the Dazzle of Day
After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, After the Sea-Ship
After the supper and talk⁠—after the day is done, After the Supper and Talk
Ages and ages returning at intervals, Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals
(Ah little recks the laborer, Song of the Exposition
Ah poverties, wincings, and sulky retreats, Ah Poverties, Wincings, and Sulky Retreats
Ah, not this marble, dead and cold: Washington’s Monument, February, 1885
Ah, whispering, something again, unseen, To the Sun-Set Breeze
All submit to them where they sit, inner, secure, unapproachable to analysis in the soul, Tests
All you are doing and saying is to America dangled mirages, To a President
Always our old feuillage! Our Old Feuillage
Amid these days of order, ease, prosperity, The Dying Veteran
Among the men and women the multitude, Among the Multitude
An ancient song, reciting, ending, Old Chants
An old man bending I come among new faces, The Wound-Dresser
An old man’s thought of school, An Old Man’s Thought of School
And now gentlemen, The Base of All Metaphysics
And whence and why come you? Lingering Last Drops
And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower, The Voice of the Rain
Apple orchards, the trees all cover’d with blossoms; Out of May’s Shows Selected
Approaching, nearing, curious, Queries to My Seventieth Year
Are you the new person drawn toward me? Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
Arm’d year⁠—year of the struggle, Eighteen Sixty-One
As Adam early in the morning, As Adam Early in the Morning
As at thy portals also death, As at Thy Portals Also Death
As consequent from store of summer rains, As Consequent, etc.
As down the stage again, The Dead Tenor
As I ebb’d with the ocean of life, As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life
As I lay with my head in your lap camerado, As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado
As I ponder’d in silence, As I Ponder’d in Silence
As I sit in twilight late alone by the flickering oak-flame, A Twilight Song
As I sit with others at a great feast, suddenly while the music is playing, Thought
As I sit writing here, sick and grown old, As I Sit Writing Here
As I walk these broad majestic days of peace, As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days
As I watch’d the ploughman ploughing, As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing
As if a phantom caress’d me, As if a Phantom Caress’d Me
As one by one withdraw the lofty actors, Death of General Grant
As the Greek’s signal flame, by antique records told, As the Greek’s Signal Flame
As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud, As the Time Draws Nigh
As they draw to a close, As They Draw to a Close
As toilsome I wander’d Virginia’s woods, As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods
Ashes of soldiers South or North, Ashes of Soldiers
At the last, tenderly, The Last Invocation
Be composed⁠—be at ease with me⁠—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, To a Common Prostitute
Beat! beat! drums!⁠—blow! bugles! blow! Beat! Beat! Drums!
Beginning my studies the first step pleas’d me so much, Beginning My Studies
Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes, Behold This Swarthy Face
Brave, brave were the soldiers (high named to-day) who lived through the fight; The Bravest Soldiers
By blue Ontario’s shore, By Blue Ontario’s Shore
By broad Potomac’s shore, again old tongue, By Broad Potomac’s Shore
By the bivouac’s fitful flame, By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame
By the city dead-house by the gate, The City Dead-House
Centre of equal daughters, equal sons, America
Chanting the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides, Chanting the Square Deific
City of orgies, walks and joys, City of Orgies
City of ships! City of Ships
Come my tan-faced children, Pioneers! O Pioneers!
Come said the Muse, Song of the Universal
Come up from the fields father, here’s a letter from our Pete, Come Up from the Fields Father
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, For You O Democracy
Courage yet, my brother or my sister! To a Foil’d European Revolutionaire
Darest thou now O soul, Darest Thou Now O Soul
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Delicate Cluster
Did we count great, O soul, to penetrate the themes of mighty books, My Canary Bird
Did you ask dulcet rhymes from me? To a Certain Civilian
Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting: Twenty Years
Earth, my likeness, Earth, My Likeness
Ever the undiscouraged, resolute, struggling soul of man; Life
Facing west from California’s shores, Facing West from California’s Shores
Far back, related on my mother’s side, Old Salt Kossabone
Far hence amid an isle of wondrous beauty, Old Ireland
Fast-anchor’d eternal O love! O woman I love! Fast-Anchor’d Eternal O Love!
First O songs for a prelude, First O Songs for a Prelude
Flood-tide below me! I see you face to face! Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
For him I sing, For Him I Sing
For his o’erarching and last lesson the greybeard sufi, A Persian Lesson
For the lands and for these passionate days and for myself, The Return of the Heroes
Forms, qualities, lives, humanity, language, thoughts, Germs
From all the rest I single out you, having a message for you, To One Shortly to Die
From east and west across the horizon’s edge, Old Age’s Ship & Crafty Death’s
From far Dakota’s canyons, From Far Dakota’s Canyons
From Paumanok starting I fly like a bird, From Paumanok Starting I Fly Like a Bird
From pent-up aching rivers, From Pent-Up Aching Rivers
Full of life now, compact, visible, Full of Life Now
Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling, Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun
Give me your hand old Revolutionary, The Centenarian’s Story
Gliding o’er all, through all, Gliding O’er All
Goodbye my fancy⁠—(I had a word to say, Good-Bye My Fancy
Goodbye my Fancy! Goodbye My Fancy!
Grand is the seen, the light, to me⁠—grand are the sky and stars, Grand Is the Seen
Greater than memory of Achilles or Ulysses, The Wallabout Martyrs
Hark, some wild trumpeter, some strange musician, The Mystic Trumpeter
Hast never come to thee an hour, Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
Have I no weapon-word for thee⁠—some message brief and fierce? To the Pending Year
Have you learn’d lessons only of those who admired you, and were tender with you, and stood aside for you? Stronger Lessons
Heave the anchor short! Sail Out for Good, Eidólon Yacht!
Here first the duties of to-day, the lessons of the concrete, The United States to Old World Critics
Here the frailest leaves of me and yet my strongest lasting, Here the Frailest Leaves of Me
Here, take this gift, To a Certain Cantatrice
Hold it up sternly⁠—see this it sends back, (who is it? is it you?) A Hand-Mirror
How dare one say it? The Unexpress’d
How solemn as one by one, How Solemn as One by One
How sweet the silent backward tracings! Memories
How they are provided for upon the earth, (appearing at intervals,) Beginners
Hush’d be the camps to-day, Hush’d Be the Camps To-day
I am he that aches with amorous love; I Am He That Aches with Love
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, Song of Myself
I doubt it not⁠—then more, far more; Shakespeare-Bacon’s Cipher
I dream’d in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the whole of the rest of the earth, I Dream’d in a Dream
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, I Hear America Singing
I hear it was charged against me that I sought to destroy institutions, I Hear It Was Charged Against Me
I heard that you ask’d for something to prove this puzzle the New World, To Foreign Lands
I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I pass’d the church, I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
I met a seer, Eidólons
I need no assurances, I am a man who is pre-occupied of his own soul; Assurances
I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing, I Saw in Louisiana a Live-Oak Growing
I saw old General at bay, I Saw Old General at Bay
I see before me now a traveling army halting, Bivouac on a Mountain Side
I see in you the estuary that enlarges and spreads itself grandly as it pours in the great sea. To Old Age
I see the sleeping babe nestling the breast of its mother, Mother and Babe
I sing the body electric, I Sing the Body Electric
I sit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all oppression and shame, I Sit and Look Out
I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak, From Montauk Point
I wander all night in my vision, The Sleepers
I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Mannahatta
I was looking a long while for Intentions, I Was Looking a Long While
If I should need to name, O Western World, your powerfulest scene and show, Election Day, November, 1884
In a far-away northern county in the placid pastoral region, The Ox-Tamer
In a little house keep I pictures suspended, it is not a fix’d house, My Picture-Gallery
In cabin’d ships at sea, In Cabin’d Ships at Sea
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, Old War-Dreams
In paths untrodden, In Paths Untrodden
In some unused lagoon, some nameless bay, The Dismantled Ship
Is reform needed? is it through you? To a Pupil
Joy, shipmate, joy! Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
Laws for creations, Laws for Creations
Let that which stood in front go behind, Reversals
Let the reformers descend from the stands where they are forever bawling⁠—let an idiot or insane person appear on each of the stands; Transpositions
Lo, the unbounded sea, The Ship Starting
Lo, Victress on the peaks, Lo, Victress on the Peaks
Locations and times⁠—what is it in me that meets them all, whenever and wherever, and makes me at home? Locations and Times
Long, too long America, Long, Too Long America
Look down fair moon and bathe this scene, Look Down Fair Moon
Lover divine and perfect Comrade, Gods
Manhattan’s streets I saunter’d pondering, Song of Prudence
Many things to absorb I teach to help you become eleve of mine; To a Western Boy
Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature, Me Imperturbe
More experiences and sights, stranger, than you’d think for; Mirages
My city’s fit and noble name resumed, Mannahatta
My science-friend, my noblest woman-friend, “Going Somewhere”
My spirit to yours dear brother, To Him That Was Crucified
Myself and mine gymnastic ever, Myself and Mine
Nations ten thousand years before these States, and many times ten thousand years before these States, Unnamed Lands
Native moments⁠—when you come upon me⁠—ah you are here now, Native Moments
Night on the prairies, Night on the Prairies
No labor-saving machine, No Labor-Saving Machine
Not alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, Camps of Green
Not from successful love alone, Halcyon Days
Not heat flames up and consumes, Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only, Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only
Not meagre, latent boughs alone, O songs! (scaly and bare, like eagles’ talons,) Not Meagre, Latent Boughs Alone
Not the pilot has charged himself to bring his ship into port, though beaten back and many times baffled; Not the Pilot
Not to exclude or demarcate, or pick out evils from their formidable masses (even to expose them,) L. of G.’s Purport
Not youth pertains to me, Not Youth Pertains to Me
Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost, Continuities
Now finalè to the shore, Now Finalè to the Shore
Now list to my morning’s romanza, I tell the signs of the Answerer, Song of the Answerer
Now precedent songs, farewell⁠—by every name farewell, Now Precedent Songs, Farewell
O a new song, a free song, Song of the Banner at Daybreak
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, O Captain! My Captain!
O hymen! O hymenee! why do you tantalize me thus? O Hymen! O Hymenee!
O living always, always dying! O Living Always, Always Dying
O magnet-South! O glistening perfumed South! my South! O Magnet-South
O me, man of slack faith so long, All Is Truth
O me! O life! of the questions of these recurring, O Me! O Life!
O sight of pity, shame and dole! The Singer in the Prison
O star of France, O Star of France
O take my hand Walt Whitman! Salut au Monde!
O tan-faced prairie-boy, O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy
O to make the most jubilant song! A Song of Joys
O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you, O You Whom I Often and Silently Come
Of Equality⁠—as if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself⁠—as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same. Thought
Of him I love day and night I dream’d I heard he was dead, Of Him I Love Day and Night
Of justice⁠—as if Justice could be anything but the same ample law, expounded by natural judges and saviors, Thought
Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness; Thought
Of ownership⁠—as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself; Thoughts
Of persons arrived at high positions, ceremonies, wealth, scholarships, and the like; Thought
Of public opinion, Thoughts
Of that blithe throat of thine from arctic bleak and blank, Of That Blithe Throat of Thine
Of the terrible doubt of appearances, Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances
Of these years I sing, Thoughts
Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,) True Conquerors
On a flat road runs the well-train’d runner, The Runner
On journeys through the States we start, On Journeys Through the States
On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermen’s group stands watching, The Torch
On the beach at night alone, On the Beach at Night Alone
On the beach at night, On the Beach at Night
On, on the same, ye jocund twain! On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions, Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! One Hour to Madness and Joy
One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person, One’s-Self I Sing
Only themselves understand themselves and the like of themselves, Perfections
Others may praise what they like; Others May Praise What They Like
Out from behind this bending rough-cut mask, Out from Behind This Mask
Out of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
Out of the murk of heaviest clouds, Spain, 1873⁠–⁠74
Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
Over and through the burial chant, Interpolation Sounds
Over the carnage rose prophetic a voice, Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice
Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come, A Broadway Pageant
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, To a Stranger
Pensive and faltering, Pensive and Faltering
Pensive on her dead gazing I heard the Mother of All, Pensive on Her Dead Gazing
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Poets to Come
Proud music of the storm, Proud Music of the Storm
Quicksand years that whirl me I know not whither, Quicksand Years
Race of veterans⁠—race of victors! Race of Veterans
Recorders ages hence, Recorders Ages Hence
Rise O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep, Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps
Roaming in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, Roaming in Thought
Roots and leaves themselves alone are these, Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone
Sauntering the pavement or riding the country by-road, lo, such faces! Faces
Scented herbage of my breast, Scented Herbage of My Breast
Sea-beauty! stretch’d and basking! Paumanok
Shot gold, maroon and violet, dazzling silver, emerald, fawn, A Prairie Sunset
Shut not your doors to me proud libraries, Shut Not Your Doors
Silent and amazed even when a little boy, A Child’s Amaze
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging, The First Dandelion
Singing my days, Passage to India
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,) The Dalliance of the Eagles
Small the theme of my Chant, yet the greatest⁠—namely, One’s-Self⁠—a simple, separate person. That, for the use of the New World, I sing. Small the Theme of My Chant
Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is, The Pallid Wreath
Something startles me where I thought I was safest, This Compost
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn’d love, Sometimes with One I Love
Soon shall the winter’s foil be here; Soon Shall the Winter’s Foil Be Here
Sounds of the winter too, Sounds of the Winter
Spirit that form’d this scene, Spirit That Form’d This Scene
Spirit whose work is done⁠—spirit of dreadful hours! Spirit Whose Work Is Done
Splendor of ended day floating and filling me, Song at Sunset
Spontaneous me, Nature, Spontaneous Me
Starting from fish-shape Paumanok where I was born, Starting from Paumanok
Steaming the northern rapids⁠—(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence, Fancies at Navesink
Still though the one I sing, Still Though the One I Sing
Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? To You
Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves, Europe
Tears! tears! tears! Tears
Thanks in old age⁠—thanks ere I go, Thanks in Old Age
That coursing on, whate’er men’s speculations, The Calming Thought of All
That music always round me, unceasing, unbeginning, yet long untaught I did not hear, That Music Always Round Me
That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering, That Shadow My Likeness
That which eludes this verse and any verse, A Riddle Song
The appointed winners in a long-stretch’d game; To-day and Thee
The business man the acquirer vast, My Legacy
The commonplace I sing; The Commonplace
The devilish and the dark, the dying and diseas’d, “The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete”
The last sunbeam Dirge for Two Veterans
The noble sire fallen on evil days, Virginia⁠—The West
The prairie-grass dividing, its special odor breathing, The Prairie-Grass Dividing
The sobbing of the bells, the sudden death-news everywhere, The Sobbing of the Bells
The soft voluptuous opiate shades, Twilight
The soothing sanity and blitheness of completion, An Ended Day
The touch of flame⁠—the illuminating fire⁠—the loftiest look at last, Old Age’s Lambent Peaks
The two old, simple problems ever intertwined, Life and Death
The untold want by life and land ne’er granted, The Untold Want
The world below the brine, The World Below the Brine
Thee for my recitative, To a Locomotive in Winter
There was a child went forth every day, There Was a Child Went Forth
These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see, These Carols
These I singing in spring collect for lovers, These I Singing in Spring
They shall arise in the States, Mediums
Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars! Thick-Sprinkled Bunting
This dust was once the man, This Dust Was Once the Man
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, A Clear Midnight
This latent mine⁠—these unlaunch’d voices⁠—passionate powers, A Font of Type
This moment yearning and thoughtful sitting alone, This Moment Yearning and Thoughtful
Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated, Savantism
Thou Mother with thy equal brood, Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood
Thou orb aloft full-dazzling! thou hot October noon! Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling
Thou reader throbbest life and pride and love the same as I, Thou Reader
Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, To the Man-of-War-Bird
Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A Farm Picture
Through the soft evening air enwinding all, Italian Music in Dakota
To conclude, I announce what comes after me. So Long!
To get betimes in Boston town I rose this morning early, A Boston Ballad
To get the final lilt of songs, To Get the Final Lilt of Songs
To the East and to the West, To the East and to the West
To the garden the world anew ascending, To the Garden the World
To the leaven’d soil they trod calling I sing for the last, To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod
To the States or any one of them, or any city of the States, Resist much, obey little, To the States
To thee old cause! To Thee Old Cause
To think of time⁠—of all that retrospection, To Think of Time
To those who’ve fail’d, in aspiration vast, To Those Who’ve Fail’d
To-day a rude brief recitative, Song for All Seas, All Ships
To-day, from each and all, a breath of prayer⁠—a pulse of thought, Abraham Lincoln, Born Feb. 12, 1809
To-day, with bending head and eyes, thou, too, Columbia, The Dead Emperor
Trickle drops! my blue veins leaving! Trickle Drops
Turn O Libertad, for the war is over, Turn O Libertad
Two boats with nets lying off the sea-beach, quite still, A Paumanok Picture
Unfolded out of the folds of the woman man comes unfolded, and is always to come unfolded, Unfolded Out of the Folds
Unseen buds, infinite, hidden well, Unseen Buds
Upon this scene, this show, Red Jacket (from Aloft)
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night; Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night
Vocalism, measure, concentration, determination, and the divine power to speak words; Vocalism
Wandering at morn, Wandering at Morn
Warble me now for joy of lilac-time, (returning in reminiscence,) Warble for Lilac-Time
We two boys together clinging, We Two Boys Together Clinging
We two, how long we were fool’d, We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
Weapon shapely, naked, wan, Song of the Broad-Axe
Weave in, weave in, my hardy life, Weave In, My Hardy Life
Welcome, Brazilian brother⁠—thy ample place is ready; A Christmas Greeting
What am I after all but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; What Am I After All
What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown? Portals
What best I see in thee, What Best I See in Thee
What hurrying human tides, or day or night! Broadway
What may we chant, O thou within this tomb? Outlines for a Tomb
What place is besieged, and vainly tries to raise the siege? What Place Is Besieged?
What ship puzzled at sea, cons for the true reckoning? What Ship Puzzled at Sea
What think you I take my pen in hand to record? What Think You I Take My Pen in Hand?
What you give me I cheerfully accept, To Rich Givers
When his hour for death had come, Osceola
When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d, When I Heard at the Close of the Day
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer
When I peruse the conquer’d fame of heroes and the victories of mighty generals, I do not envy the generals, When I Peruse the Conquer’d Fame
When I read the book, the biography famous, When I Read the Book
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d, When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d
When the full-grown poet came, When the Full-Grown Poet Came
Where the city’s ceaseless crowd moves on the livelong day, Sparkles from the Wheel
While my wife at my side lies slumbering, and the wars are over long, The Artilleryman’s Vision
While not the past forgetting, While Not the Past Forgetting
Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear, Whispers of Heavenly Death
Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human, Ethiopia Saluting the Colors
Who has gone farthest? for I would go farther, Excelsior
Who includes diversity and is Nature, Kosmos
Who learns my lesson complete? Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
Whoever you are holding me now in hand, Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams, To You
Why reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing? To the States
Why, who makes much of a miracle? Miracles
Wild, wild the storm, and the sea high running, Patroling Barnegat
With all thy gifts America, With All Thy Gifts
With antecedents, With Antecedents
With husky-haughty lips, O sea! With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea!
With its cloud of skirmishers in advance, An Army Corps on the March
Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, Beautiful Women
Word over all, beautiful as the sky, Reconciliation
World take good notice, silver stars fading, World Take Good Notice
Year of meteors! brooding year! Year of Meteors
Year that trembled and reel’d beneath me! Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me
Years of the modern! years of the unperform’d! Years of the Modern
Yet, yet, ye downcast hours, I know ye also, Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
You felons on trial in courts, You Felons on Trial in Courts
You lingering sparse leaves of me on winter-nearing boughs, You Lingering Sparse Leaves of Me
You who celebrate bygones, To a Historian
Youth, large, lusty, loving⁠—youth full of grace, force, fascination, Youth, Day, Old Age and Night

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