Joy Shipmate Joy!
Read 'Joy Shipmate Joy!' by 'Walt Whitman' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
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!
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