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!
  She swiftly courses from the shore,
  Joy, shipmate, joy.
by Walt Whitman
by Walt Whitman
Written around 1891. 39 reads.
Written by Walt Whitman, in the public domain.
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