Joy, Shipmate, Joy!
by Walt Whitman
· 1881-1882
Published 01/07/1881
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.