Walt Whitman Poems
|361.||When I Heard The Learned Astronomer||1/20/2003|
|362.||When I Peruse The Conquer'D Fame||12/31/2002|
|363.||When I Read The Book||12/31/2002|
|364.||When Lilacs Last In The Dooryard Bloom'D||1/3/2003|
|365.||Whispers Of Heavenly Death||12/31/2002|
|366.||Who Is Now Reading This?||12/31/2002|
|367.||Who Learns My Lesson Complete?||12/31/2002|
|368.||Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand||12/31/2002|
|369.||With All Thy Gifts||12/31/2002|
|371.||World, Take Good Notice||12/31/2002|
|372.||Year Of Meteors, 1859 '60||12/31/2002|
|373.||Year That Trembled||12/31/2002|
|374.||Years Of The Modern||12/31/2002|
|375.||Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours||12/31/2002|
O Captain! My Captain!
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ...
WHAT are those of the known, but to ascend and enter the Unknown?
And what are those of life, but for Death?