Home › American Literature › Leaves of Grass › Joy, Shipmate, Joy!Leaves of Grassby Walt Whitman272 of 355 · Contents · Download EPUBJoy, 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. ‹ PreviousAs They Draw to a CloseNext ›The Untold Want · Portals · These Carols — Now Finale to the Shore123456789101112131415161718192021222324252627282930313233343536373839404142434445464748495051525354555657585960616263646566676869707172737475767778798081828384858687888990919293949596979899100101102103104105106107108109110111112113114115116117118119120121122123124125126127128129130131132133134135136137138139140141142143144145146147148149150151152153154155156157158159160161162163164165166167168169170171172173174175176177178179180181182183184185186187188189190191192193194195196197198199200201202203204205206207208209210211212213214215216217218219220221222223224225226227228229230231232233234235236237238239240241242243244245246247248249250251252253254255256257258259260261262263264265266267268269270271272273274275276277278279280281282283284285286287288289290291292293294295296297298299300301302303304305306307308309310311312313314315316317318319320321322323324325326327328329330331332333334335336337338339340341342343344345346347348349350351352353354355← Back to Leaves of Grass