Thought
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
Aboard at a Ship's Helm
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Aboard at a ship's helm,
A young steersman steering with care.
Through fog on a sea-coast dolefully ringing,
An ocean-bell--O a warning bell, rock'd by the waves.
O you give good notice indeed, you bell by the sea-reefs ringing,
Ringing, ringing, to warn the ship from its wreck-place.
For as on the alert O steersman, you mind the loud admonition,
The bows turn, the freighted ship tacking speeds away under her gray sails,
The beautiful and noble ship with all her precious wealth speeds
away gayly and safe.
But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship!
Ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging, voyaging, voyaging.
More poems by Walt Whitman
To-Day and Thee
The appointed winners in a long-stretch'd game; / The course of Time and nations--Egypt, India, Greece and Rome;
Old War-Dreams
In midnight sleep of many a face of anguish, / Of the look at first of the mortally wounded, (of that indescribable look,)
Full of Life Now
Full of life now, compact, visible, / I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,