Walt Whitman

“ LEAVES OF GRASS By Walt Whitman
Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after return, Or, long, long hence, in other spheres, There to some group of mates the chants resuming, (Tallying Earth's soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) Ever with pleas'd smile I may keep on, Ever and ever yet the verses owning—as, first, I here and now Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name, Walt Whitman ”

“ I Am He That Aches with Love Native Moments Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ Facing West from California's Shores As Adam Early in the Morning BOOK V. CALAMUS Scented Herbage of My Breast Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand For You, O Democracy These I Singing in Spring Not Heaving from My Ribb'd Breast Only Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances The Base of All Metaphysics Recorders Ages Hence When I Heard at the Close of the Day Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me? ”

“ Interpolation Sounds To the Sun-Set Breeze Old Chants A Christmas Greeting Sounds of the Winter A Twilight Song When the Full-Grown Poet Came Osceola A Voice from Death A Persian Lesson The Commonplace "The Rounded Catalogue Divine Complete" Mirages L. of G.'s Purport The Unexpress'd Grand Is the Seen Unseen Buds Good-Bye My Fancy!
DRUM-TAPS By Walt Whitman
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION DRUM-TAPS FIRST O SONGS FOR A PRELUDE. EIGHTEEN SIXTY-ONE. BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! ”