Gliding Over All. Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 GLIDING o’er all, through all, Through Nature, Time, and Space, As a ship on the waters advancing, The voyage of the soul—not life alone, Death, many deaths I’ll sing. 5 Related posts: Passage to India. Song of the Broad-Axe. Poem of Joys. Walt Whitman. suprusr Published in Poems
