293. Joy, Shipmate, Joy! Whitman, Walt. 1900. Leaves of Grass

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

293. Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

JOY! shipmate—joy!
(Pleas’d to my Soul at death I cry;)
Our life is closed—our life begins;
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last—she leaps!	5
She swiftly courses from the shore;
Joy! shipmate—joy!