Author Walt Whitman 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! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments