Walt Whitman Poems

AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
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from Memories of President Lincoln

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AFTER the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,
Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:
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ADIEU, O soldier!
You of the rude campaigning, (which we shared,)
The rapid march, the life of the camp,
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OVER the western sea, hither from Niphon come,
Courteous, the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys,
Leaning back in their open barouches, bare-headed, impassive,
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ABOARD, at a ship's helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.

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IN midnight sleep, of many a face of anguish,
Of the look at first of the mortally wounded--of that indescribable
look;
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AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado,
The confession I made I resume--what I said to you in the open air I
resume:
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A LEAF for hand in hand!
You natural persons old and young!
You on the Mississippi, and on all the branches and bayous of the
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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, or remain in the same room with
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