Walt Whitman – Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour

HAST never come to thee an hour,
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles,
 fashions, wealth?
These eager business aims—books, politics, art, amours,
To utter nothingness?

Walt Whitman – Gliding O’er all

Gliding O’er all

GLIDING o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul—not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.

Walt Whitman – Thought

Thought

OF Justice—as if Justice could be any thing but the same ample 
 law, expounded by natural judges and saviors,
As if it might be this thing or that thing, according to decisions.

Walt Whitman – Visor’d

Visor’d

A MASK, a perpetual natural disguiser of herself,
Concealing her face, concealing her form,
Changes and transformations every hour, every moment,
Falling upon her even when she sleeps.

Walt Whitman – Thought

Thought

OF obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
As I stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly 
 affecting in large masses of men following the lead of those 
 who do not believe in men.

Walt Whitman – Mother and Babe

Mother and Babe

I SEE the sleeping babe nestling the breast of its mother,
The sleeping mother and babe—hush'd, I study them long and 
 long.

Walt Whitman – Beautiful Women

Beautiful Women

WOMEN sit or move to and fro, some old, some young,
The young are beautiful—but the old are more beautiful than the 
 young.

Walt Whitman – The Runner

The Runner

ON a flat road runs the well-train'd runner,
He is lean and sinewy with muscular legs,
He is thinly clothed, he leans forward as he runs,
With lightly closed fists and arms partially rais'd.

Walt Whitman – A Child’s Amaze —

A Child’s Amaze 

SILENT and amazed even when a little boy,
I remember I heard the preacher every Sunday put God in his 
 statements,
As contending against some being or influence.

Walt Whitman – A Farm Picture —

A Farm Picture 

THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn,
A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,
And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.