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.
More verses by Walt Whitman
- Poem Of Remembrance For A Girl Or A Boy
- Or From That Sea Of Time
- When I Heard At The Close Of The Day
- Song At Sunset
- As I Lay With Head In Your Lap, Camerado