Walt Whitman (Уолт Уитмен)

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 1. Sail out for Good, Eidolon Yacht!

Heave the anchor short!
Raise main-sail and jib—steer forth,
O little white-hull'd sloop, now speed on really deep waters,
(I will not call it our concluding voyage,
But outset and sure entrance to the truest, best, maturest;)
Depart, depart from solid earth—no more returning to these shores,
Now on for aye our infinite free venture wending,
Spurning all yet tried ports, seas, hawsers, densities, gravitation,
Sail out for good, eidolon yacht of me!

1. Leaves of Grass. 33. Songs of Parting. 14. Portals
2. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 6. As If a Phantom Caress'd Me
3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 47. Orange Buds by Mail from Florida
4. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 13. Weave in, My Hardy Life
5. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 21. As I Walk These Broad Majestic Days

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