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!

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3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 5. A Carol Closing Sixty-Nine
4. Leaves of Grass. 17. Birds of Passage. 5. Myself and Mine
5. Leaves of Grass. 5. Calamus. 34. To a Western Boy

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