Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 5. My 71st Year

After surmounting three-score and ten,
With all their chances, changes, losses, sorrows,
My parents' deaths, the vagaries of my life, the many tearing
      passions of me, the war of '63 and '4,
As some old broken soldier, after a long, hot, wearying march, or
      haply after battle,
To-day at twilight, hobbling, answering company roll-call, Here,
      with vital voice,
Reporting yet, saluting yet the Officer over all.

1. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 24. The Commonplace
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 10. Queries to My Seventieth Year
3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 6. Proudly the Flood Comes In
4. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 14. Memories
5. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 30. Unseen Buds

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