INSCRIPTIONS. One’s-Self I Sing As I Ponder’d in Silence In Cabin’d Ships at Sea To Foreign Lands To a Historian For Him I Sing When I read the Book Beginning my Studies To Thee, Old Cause! Starting from Paumanok The Ship Starting Unfolded Out of the Folds To You Walt Whitman Laws for Creations Visor’d CHILDREN OF ADAM. To the Garden the World From Pent-up Aching Rivers I Sing the Body Electric A Woman Waits for Me Spontaneous Me One Hour to Madness and Joy We Two—How Long We were Fool’d Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd Native Moments Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City Facing West from California’s Shores Ages and Ages, Returning at Intervals O Hymen! O Hymenee! As Adam, Early in the Morning I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ I am He that Aches with Love To Him that was Crucified Perfections CALAMUS. In Paths Untrodden Scented Herbage of My Breast Whoever You are, Holding Me now in Hand These, I, Singing in Spring A Song 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? Roots and Leaves Themselves Alone Not Heat Flames up and Consumes Trickle, Drops City of Orgies Behold this Swarthy Face I saw in Louisiana a Live Oak Growing To a Stranger This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful I hear it was Charged against Me The Prairie-Grass Dividing We Two Boys Together Clinging A Promise to California Here the Frailest Leaves of Me When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame What think You I take my Pen in Hand? A Glimpse No Labor-Saving Machine A Leaf for Hand in Hand To the East and to the West Earth! my Likeness! I Dream’d in a Dream Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love Sometimes with One I Love That Shadow, my Likeness Among the Multitude To a Western Boy O You Whom I Often and Silently Come Full of Life, Now Salut au Monde A Child’s Amaze The Runner Beautiful Women Mother and Babe Thought American Feuillage Song of the Broad-Axe Song of the Open Road LEAVES OF GRASS. I Sit and Look Out Me Imperturbe As I lay with Head in your Lap, Camerado Crossing Brooklyn Ferry With Antecedents THE ANSWERER. Now List to my Morning’s Romanza The Indications Poets to Come I Hear America Singing The City Dead-House A Farm-Picture Carol of Occupations Thoughts The Sleepers Carol of Words Ah Poverties, Wincings and Sulky Retreats LEAVES OF GRASS. A Boston Ballad, 1854 Year of Meteors, 1859 ’60 A Broadway Pageant Thought LEAVES OF GRASS. There was a Child went Forth Longings for Home You Felons on Trial in Courts To a Common Prostitute I was Looking a Long While To a President To The States DRUM-TAPS. Drum-Taps 1861 Beat! Beat! Drums! From Paumanok Starting Rise, O Days City of Ships The Centenarian’s Story An Army Corps on the March Cavalry Crossing a Ford Bivouac on a Mountain Side By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame Come up from the Fields, Father Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field A March in the Ranks, Hard-prest A Sight in Camp Not the Pilot As Toilsome I Wander’d Year that Trembled The Dresser Long, too Long, O Land! Give me the Splendid, Silent Sun Dirge for Two Veterans Over the Carnage The Artilleryman’s Vision I saw Old General at Bay O Tan-faced Prairie Boy Look Down, Fair Moon Reconciliation Spirit whose Work is Done How Solemn as One by One Not Youth Pertains to Me To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod Delicate Cluster Sing of the Banner at Day-Break Ethiopia Saluting the Colors Lo! Victress on the Peaks World, Take Good Notice Thick-Sprinkled Bunting LEAVES OF GRASS. Faces Manhattan Streets I Saunter’d, Pondering All is Truth Voices MARCHES NOW THE WAR IS OVER. As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores Pioneers! O Pioneers! Turn, O Libertad Adieu to a Soldier As I Walk These Broad, Majestic Days Weave in, Weave in, My Hardy Life Race of Veterans LEAVES OF GRASS. This Compost Unnamed Lands Mannahatta Old Ireland To Oratists A Hand-Mirror Germs LEAVES OF GRASS. O Me! O Life! Thoughts Beginners SONGS OF INSURRECTION. Still, though the One I Sing To a foil’d European Revolutionaire France, the 18th year of These States Europe, the 72d and 73d years of These States Walt Whitman’s Caution To a Certain Cantatrice LEAVES OF GRASS. To You SONGS OF PARTING. As the Time Draws Nigh Years of the Modern Thoughts Song at Sunset When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer To Rich Givers So Long Passage to India Thought O Living Always—Always Dying Proud Music of The Storm ASHES OF SOLDIERS. Ashes of Soldiers In Midnight Sleep Camps of Green To a Certain Civilian Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All PRESIDENT LINCOLN’S BURIAL HYMN. When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d O Captain! My Captain! Hush’d be the Camps To-day This Dust was Once the Man Poem of Joys To Think of Time Chanting the Square Deific WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH. Whispers of Heavenly Death Darest Thou Now, O Soul Of Him I Love Day and Night Assurances Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours Quicksand Years That Music Always Round Me As if a Phantom Caress’d Me Here, Sailor A Noiseless Patient Spider The Last Invocation As I Watch’d the Ploughman Ploughing Pensive and Faltering SEA-SHORE MEMORIES. Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking Elemental Drifts Tears Aboard at a Ship’s Helm On the Beach at Night The World Below the Brine On the Beach at Night, Alone LEAVES OF GRASS. A Carol of Harvest for 1867 The Singer in the Prison Warble for Lilac-Time Who Learns My Lesson Complete? Thought Myself and Mine To Old Age Miracles Sparkles from The Wheel Excelsior Mediums Kosmos To a Pupil What am I, After All? Others may Praise what They Like Brother of All, with Generous Hand Night on The Prairies On Journeys Through The States Savantism Locations and Times Thought Offerings Tests The Torch Gods To One Shortly to Die Song of the Exposition One Song, America, Before I Go Souvenirs of Democracy As a Strong Bird on Pinions Free The Mystic Trumpeter O Star of France Virginia—The West By Broad Potomac’s Shore Song of the Redwood-Tree Song of the Universal Song for All Seas, All Ships Eidólons Prayer of Columbus Spain 1873–’74 Out from Behind this Mask To a Locomotive in Winter The Ox Tamer Wandering at Morn An Old Man’s Thought of School With All Thy Gifts After the Sea-Ship Thou Reader To the Man-of-War-Bird Patroling Barnegat The Dalliance of the Eagles Roaming in Thought Gliding Over All Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour As Consequent, Etc. Italian Music in Dakota My Picture-Gallery The Prairie States A Paumanok Picture Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling A Riddle Song From Far Dakota’s Cañons What Best I See In Thee Spirit That Form’d This Scene A Clear Midnight As At Thy Portals Also Death The Sobbing of The Bells NOW FINALE TO THE SHORE. Now Finale to the Shore Shut Not Your Doors, &c. Thought The Untold Want Portals These Carols What Place is Besieged? Joy, Shipmate, Joy! GATHERED LEAVES. Apostroph O Sun of Real Peace O Bitter Sprig! Confession Sprig! So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End In the New Garden in all the Parts States! Long I Thought that Knowledge Hours Continuing Long Who is now Reading This? Primeval my Love for the Woman I Love To You Of the Visage of Things Says Debris What General has a Good Army Despairing Cries One Sweeps By What Weeping Face I will Take an Egg Out of the Robin’s Nest Behavior I Thought I was not Alone Inscription Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me Great are the Myths Poem of Remembrance for a Girl or a Boy Think of the Soul Respondez! Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb Bathed in War’s Perfume Thought Lessons This Day, O Soul To the Reader at Parting Two Rivulets Or from that Sea of Time From My Last Years In Former Songs
