The Pallid Wreath
Somehow I cannot let it go yet, funeral though it is, / Let it remain back there on its nail suspended,
Gliding O'er all
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Gliding o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul--not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.
More poems by Walt Whitman
Darest Thou Now O Soul
Darest thou now O soul, / Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
You Tides with Ceaseless Swell
You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work! / You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space's spread,
To Thee Old Cause
To thee old cause! / Thou peerless, passionate, good cause,