For Him I Sing

uswritten by Walt Whitman

FOR him I sing,
I raise the Present on the Past,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate--and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.



Walt Whitman

Other poems by Walt Whitman

I Hear It Was Charged Against Me

uswritten by Walt Whitman, published on Thu 07.03.2008 at 16:22

I HEAR it was charged against me that I sought to destroy
institutions;
But really I am neither for nor against institutions;

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Brother Of All, With Genesrous Hand

uswritten by Walt Whitman, published on Sun 06.22.2008 at 17:21

BROTHER of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,

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Elemental Drifts

uswritten by Walt Whitman, published on Sun 06.01.2008 at 09:16

ELEMENTAL drifts!
How I wish I could impress others as you have just been impressing
me!

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O Captain! My Captain!

uswritten by Walt Whitman, published on Sun 06.01.2008 at 03:30

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;

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Pensive On Her Dead Gazing, I Heard The Mother Of All

uswritten by Walt Whitman, published on Mon 05.12.2008 at 20:17

PENSIVE, on her dead gazing, I heard the Mother of All,
Desperate, on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battle-

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Of Him I Love Day And Night

uswritten by Walt Whitman, published on Thu 05.01.2008 at 00:18

OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;

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