For You, O Democracy
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble, / I will make the most splendid race the sun ever shone upon,
Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!
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Heave the anchor short!
Raise main-sail and jib--steer forth,
O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters,
(I will not call it our concluding voyage,
But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest;)
Depart, depart from solid earth--no more returning to these shores,
Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,
Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,
Sail out for good, eidolon yacht of me!
More poems by Walt Whitman
I Dream'd in a Dream
I dream'd in a dream I saw a city invincible to the attacks of the / whole of the rest of the earth,
By That Long Scan of Waves
By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself, / In every crest some undulating light or shade--some retrospect,
Full of Life Now
Full of life now, compact, visible, / I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States,