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For Him I Sing.

by Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

FOR him I sing,
(As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:)
With time and space I him dilate—and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.




Quotes of the Day

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
• John Donne


Poems of the Day
  • Walt Whitman
    Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field.
    by Walt Whitman
    VIGIL strange I kept on the field one night: When you, my son and my comrade, dropt at my side that day, One look I but gave, which your dear eyes return’d, with a look I shall never forget;