Joy, Shipmate, Joy! Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 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! Related posts: Walt Whitman. Poem of Joys. Song of the Broad-Axe. Passage to India. suprusr Published in Poems
