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,
When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer
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When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much
applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
More poems by Walt Whitman
To the Sun-Set Breeze
Ah, whispering, something again, unseen, / Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,
After the Sea-Ship
After the sea-ship, after the whistling winds, / After the white-gray sails taut to their spars and ropes,
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