Death & Dying
Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
From Leaves of Grass
Death & Dying
Joy, shipmate, Joy!
(Pleas’d to my soul at death I cry,)
Our life is closed, our life begins,
The long, long anchorage we leave,
The ship is clear at last, she leaps!
She swiftly courses from the shore,
Joy, shipmate, joy.
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MLA
Whitman, Walt. “Joy, Shipmate, Joy!” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/283/.
Chicago
Whitman, Walt. “Joy, Shipmate, Joy!” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/283/.
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