WHAT weeping face is that looking from the window?
Why does it stream those sorrowful tears?
Is it for some burial place, vast and dry?
Is it to wet the soil of graves?
More verses by Walt Whitman
- The Ox Tamer
- I Heard You, Solemn-Sweep Pipes Of The Organ
- Scented Herbage Of My Breast
- Shut Not Your Doors, &C.
- Patroling Barnegat