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.
More verses by Walt Whitman
- So Long
- Facing West From California's Shores
- Song Of The Universal
- One Hour To Madness And Joy
- Great Are The Myths