Walt Whitman - The Complete Works of Walt Whitman

the same as life,

The entrance of man to sing;

To compact you, ye parted, diverse lives,

To put rapport the mountains and rocks and streams,

And the winds of the north, and the forests of oak and pine,

With you O soul.

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Joy, shipmate, Joy!

(Pleas’d to my soul at death I cry,)

Our life is closed, our life begins,

The long, long anchorage we leave,

The ship is clear at last, she leaps!

She swiftly courses from the shore,

Joy, shipmate, joy.

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The untold want by life and land ne’er granted,

Now voyager sail thou forth to seek and find.

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What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the Unknown?

And what are those of life but for Death?

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These carols sung to cheer my passage through the world I see,

For completion I dedicate to the Invisible World.

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Now finale to the shore,

Now land and life finale and farewell,

Now Voyager depart, (much, much for thee is yet in store,)

Often enough hast thou adventur’d o’er the seas,

Cautiously cruising, studying the charts,

Duly again to port and hawser’s tie returning;

But now obey thy cherish’d secret wish,

Embrace thy friends, leave all in order,

To port and hawser’s tie no more returning,

Depart upon thy endless cruise old Sailor.

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To conclude, I announce what comes after me.

I remember I said before my leaves sprang at all,

I would raise my voice jocund and strong with reference to consummations.

When America does what was promis’d,

When through these States walk a hundred millions of superb persons,

When the rest part away for superb persons and contribute to them,

When breeds of the most perfect mothers denote America,

Then to me and mine our due fruition.

I have press’d through in my own right,

I have sung the body and the soul, war and peace have I sung, and

the songs of life and death,

And the songs of birth, and shown that there are many births.

I have offer’d my style to every one, I have journey’d with confident step;

While my pleasure is yet at the full I whisper So long!

And take the young woman’s hand and the young man’s hand for the last time.

I announce natural persons to arise,

I announce justice triumphant,

I announce uncompromising liberty and equality,

I announce the justification of candor and the justification of pride.

I announce that the identity of these States is a single identity only,

I announce the Union more and more compact, indissoluble,

I announce splendors and majesties to make all the previous politics

of the earth insignificant.

I announce adhesiveness, I say it shall be limitless, unloosen’d,

I say you shall yet find the friend you were looking for.

I announce a man or woman coming, perhaps you are the one, (So long!)

I announce the great individual, fluid as Nature, chaste,

affectionate, compassionate, fully arm’d.

I announce a life that shall be copious, vehement, spiritual, bold,

I announce an end that shall lightly and joyfully meet its translation.

I announce myriads of youths, beautiful, gigantic, sweet-blooded,

I announce a race of splendid and savage old men.

O thicker and faster — (So long!)

O crowding too close upon me,

I foresee too much, it means more than I thought,

It appears to me I am dying.

Hasten throat and sound your last,

Salute me — salute the days once more. Peal the old cry once more.

Screaming electric, the atmosphere using,

At random glancing, each as I notice absorbing,

Swiftly on, but a little while alighting,

Curious envelop’d messages delivering,

Sparkles hot, seed ethereal down in the dirt dropping,

Myself unknowing, my commission obeying, to question it never daring,

To ages and ages yet the growth of the seed leaving,

To troops out of the war arising, they the tasks I have set

promulging,

To women certain whispers of myself bequeathing, their affection

me more clearly explaining,

To young men my problems offering — no dallier I — I the muscle of

their brains trying,

So I pass, a little time vocal, visible, contrary,

Afterward a melodious echo, passionately bent for, (death making

me really undying,)

The best of me then when no longer visible, for toward that I have

been incessantly preparing.

What is there more, that I lag and pause and crouch extended with

unshut mouth?

Is there a single final farewell?

My songs cease, I abandon them,

From behind the screen where I hid I advance personally solely to you.

Camerado, this is no book,

Who touches this touches a man,

(Is it night? are we here together alone?)

It is I you hold and who holds you,

I spring from the pages into your arms — decease calls me forth.

O how your fingers drowse me,

Your breath falls around me like dew, your pulse lulls the tympans

of my ears,

I feel immerged from head to foot,

Delicious, enough.

Enough O deed impromptu and secret,

Enough O gliding present — enough O summ’d-up past.

Dear friend whoever you are take this kiss,

I give it especially to you, do not forget me,

I feel like one who has done work for the day to retire awhile,

I receive now again of my many translations, from my avataras

ascending, while others doubtless await me,

An unknown sphere more real than I dream’d, more direct, darts

awakening rays about me, So long!

Remember my words, I may again return,

I love you, I depart from materials,

I am as one disembodied, triumphant, dead.

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My city’s fit and noble name resumed,

Choice aboriginal name, with marvellous beauty, meaning,

A rocky founded island — shores where ever gayly dash the coming,

going, hurrying sea waves.

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Sea-beauty! stretch’d and basking!

One side thy inland ocean laving, broad, with copious commerce,

steamers, sails,

And one the Atlantic’s wind caressing, fierce or gentle — mighty hulls

dark-gliding in the distance.

Isle of sweet brooks of drinking-water — healthy air and soil!

Isle of the salty shore and breeze and brine!

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I stand as on some mighty eagle’s beak,

Eastward the sea absorbing, viewing, (nothing but sea and sky,)

The tossing waves, the foam, the ships in the distance,

The wild unrest, the snowy, curling caps — that inbound urge and urge

of waves,

Seeking the shores forever.

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To those who’ve fail’d, in aspiration vast,

To unnam’d soldiers fallen in front on the lead,

To calm, devoted engineers — to over-ardent travelers — to pilots on

their ships,

To many a lofty song and picture without recognition — I’d rear

laurel-cover’d monument,

High, high above the rest — To all cut off before their time,