Walt Whitman - Joy, Shipmate, Joy!

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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! Walt Whitman poemhunter.com/poem/joy-shipmate-joy/