I thought no more was needed Youth to prolong Than dumb-bell and foil To keep the body young. O who could have foretold That the heart grows old？ Thou...
1 O TAKE my hand Walt Whitman！ Such gliding wonders！ such sights and sounds！ Such join'd unended links， each hook'd to the next， Each answerin...
Dear fellow-artist， why so free With every sort of company， With every Jack and Jill？ Choose your companions from the best； Who draws a bucket with th...
My dear， my dear， I know More than another What makes your heart beat so； Not even your own mother Can know it as I know， Who broke my heart for her W...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road， Healthy， free， the world before me， The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose. Hencef...
2 You road I enter upon and look around， I believe you are not all that is here， I believe that much unseen is also here. Here the profound lesson of ...
3 You air that serves me with breath to speak！ You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape！ You light that wraps me and all t...
4 The earth expanding right hand and left hand， The picture alive， every part in its best light， The music falling in where it is wanted， and stopping...
Bald heads forgetful of their sins， Old， learned， respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men， tossing on their beds， Rhymed out...
1 FLOOD-TIDE below me！ I see you face to face！ Clouds of the west - sun there half an hour high - I see you also face to face. Crowds of men and women...