The Complete Poetry of Walt Whitman. Walt Whitman

Bivouac on a Mountain Side

       An Army Corps on the March

       By the Bivouac’s Fitful Flame

       Come Up from the Fields Father

       Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night

       A March in the Ranks Hard-Prest, and the Road Unknown

       A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim

       As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods

       Not the Pilot

       Year That Trembled and Reel’d Beneath Me

       The Wound-Dresser

       Long, Too Long America

       Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

       Dirge for Two Veterans

       Over the Carnage Rose Prophetic a Voice

       I Saw Old General at Bay

       The Artilleryman’s Vision

       Ethiopia Saluting the Colors

       Not Youth Pertains to Me

       Race of Veterans

       World Take Good Notice

       O Tan-Faced Prairie-Boy

       Look Down Fair Moon

       Reconciliation

       How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]

       As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado

       Delicate Cluster

       To a Certain Civilian

       Lo, Victress on the Peaks

       Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865]

       Adieu to a Soldier

       Turn O Libertad

       To the Leaven’d Soil They Trod

       BOOK XXII. MEMORIES OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN

       When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d

       O Captain! My Captain!

       Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]

       This Dust Was Once the Man

       BOOK XXIII

       By Blue Ontario’s Shore

       Reversals

       BOOK XXIV. AUTUMN RIVULETS

       As Consequent, Etc.

       The Return of the Heroes

       There Was a Child Went Forth

       Old Ireland

       The City Dead-House

       This Compost

       To a Foil’d European Revolutionaire

       Unnamed Land

       Song of Prudence

       The Singer in the Prison

       Warble for Lilac-Time

       Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870]

       Out from Behind This Mask [To Confront a Portrait]

       Vocalism

       To Him That Was Crucified

       You Felons on Trial in Courts

       Laws for Creations

       To a Common Prostitute

       I Was Looking a Long While

       Thought

       Miracles

       Sparkles from the Wheel

       To a Pupil