Gliding O’er All by Walt Whitman

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.

More from Walt Whitman:

• The Voice of the Rain
• Time to Come
• To the States,
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field one Night
• When I Heard at the Close of the Day
• When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer