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Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman
Born on May 31, 1819, Walt Whitman is the author of Leaves of Grass...
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FURTHER READING
Poems About Love
Monna Innominata [I loved you first]
by Christina Rossetti
Monna Innominata [I wish I could remember]
by Christina Rossetti
A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
A Line-storm Song
by Robert Frost
A Negro Love Song
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Coda
by Marilyn Hacker
Darling, You Are the World's Fresh Ornament
by Laura Cronk
Fons
by Pura López-Colomé
In a Boat
by D.H. Lawrence
Let Us Live and Love (5)
by Gaius Valerius Catullus
Love
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Love
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Love in a Life
by Robert Browning
Love's Philosophy
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Lovers' Infiniteness
by John Donne
Manners
by Michael Blumenthal
Meeting at Night
by Robert Browning
My love is as a fever, longing still
by Christopher Bursk
No, Love Is Not Dead
by Robert Desnos
San Antonio
by Naomi Shihab Nye
She Walks in Beauty
by George Gordon Byron
Slow Waltz Through Inflatable Landscape
by Christian Hawkey
The Buried Life
by Matthew Arnold
The Definition of Love
by Andrew Marvell
The Ecstasy
by Phillip Lopate
The Face of All the World (Sonnet 7)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Forms of Love
by George Oppen
The Kiss
by Stephen Dunn
The Look
by Sara Teasdale
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
by Edward Lear
The Passionate Freudian to His Love
by Dorothy Parker
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
by Christopher Marlowe
The White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly
To Anthea Who May Command Him Any Thing
by Robert Herrick
Wooing Song
by Giles Fletcher
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When I Heard at the Close of Day

 
by Walt Whitman

When I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv'd with
     plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow'd;   
And else, when I carous'd, or when my plans were accomplish'd, still I was not happy;   
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refresh'd, singing,
     inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,   
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning light,   
When I wander'd alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed, laughing with the cool
     waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his way coming, O then I was
     happy;   
O then each breath tasted sweeter—and all that day my food nourish'd me more—and the
     beautiful day pass'd well,   
And the next came with equal joy—and with the next, at evening, came my friend;   
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly continually up
     the shores,   
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to me, whispering,
     to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool night,   
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined toward me,   
And his arm lay lightly around my breast—and that night I was happy.



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