 Somebody called Walt Whitman dead. He is alive instead, Alive as I am. When I lift my head, His head is lifted. When his brave mouth speaks, My lips contain his word. And when his rocker creaks Ghostly in Camden, there I sit in it and watch my hand grow...  The New World - Page 31by Witter Bynner - 1915 - 65 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Percy Holmes Boynton - American poetry - 1918 - 750 pages
...his word. And when his rocker creaks Ghostly in Camden, there I sit in it and watch my hand grow old And take upon my constant lips the kiss of younger...world and him, youth after youth Shall lift my head. RICHARD HENRY STODDARD (1825-1903) Stoddard was born in 1825 in Hingham, Massachusetts, a seaside town... | |
 | Percy Holmes Boynton - American poetry - 1918 - 746 pages
...And when his rocker creaks Ghostly in Camden, there I sit in it and watch my hand grow old And tafce upon my constant lips the kiss of younger truth ....world and him, youth after youth Shall lift my head. RICHARD HENRY STODDARD (1825-1903) Stoddard was born in 1825 in Hingham, Massachusetts, a seaside town... | |
 | Witter Bynner - American poetry - 1922 - 78 pages
...his word. And when his rocker creaks Ghostly in Camden, there I sit in it and watch my hand grow old And take upon my constant lips the kiss of younger...world and him, youth after youth Shall lift my head. v. There is a vision, Celia, in your face. . . . Beauty had lived in India like a mad And withdrawn... | |
 | Jay Broadus Hubbell, John Owen Beaty - American poetry - 1922 - 568 pages
...his word. And when his rocker creaks Ghostly in Camden, there I sit in it and watch my hand grow old And take upon my constant lips the kiss of younger...world and him, youth after youth Shall lift my head. If the reader has mistaken the above passage for free verse, let him re-read it and note the rime scheme.... | |
 | Jay Broadus Hubbell, John Owen Beaty - American poetry - 1922 - 560 pages
...his word. And when his rocker creaks Ghostly in Camden, there I sit in it and watch my hand grow old And take upon my constant lips the kiss of younger...told That he in all the world and me, Cannot be dead, If the reader has mistaken the above passage for free verse, let him re-read it and note the rime scheme.... | |
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