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captain!

Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O captain, my captain, rise up and hear the bells; Rise up, for you the flag is flung, for you the bugle

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm—he has no pulse

But I, with silent tread Walk the spot my captain lies We have quoted enough, we think, even in these

Jan 3 18 72 Dear Sirs: Wishing to close up matters, I solicit, as early as convenient, an answer to my

letter of about two weeks since, (in response to yours of a day or two previous) in relation to my books

1870, letter to Trowbridge, Whitman announced that he had "engaged in electrotyping a new edition of my

year or more ago of some Boston publisher, or bookseller, who was willing (or perhaps wished) to sell my

My dear friend , Your letter is rec'd received , having been sent on to me from Washington.

My address still remains Solicitor's office, Treasury there.

I have been stopping for two months, (Feb. & March,) home with my Mother , & am writing this home.

finely, & is cheerful hearted—will probably soon give up her housekeeping & go to live with one of my

brothers, who is married —My father died seventeen years since.

On April 12, 1872, Gilchrist objected to this warning: "it hurts so, as seeming to distrust my love.

that sooner or later you will not be able to help stretching out your arms towards me & saying 'Come, my

be satisfied with a gossipy letter about his affairs, she really wanted more: "And if you say 'Read my

I send you, by same mail with this, in a little book, my piece lately delivered for Dartmouth College

With best respects & love, Walt Whitman My address continues the same, Solicitor's Office Treasury, Washington

University of Virginia, who is preparing an edition of Tennyson's letters, has graciously consented to my

included in any subsequent editions of Leaves of Grass, Whitman did include it in the 1891 volume Good-Bye My

Washington Jan. 29, 1872 My Dear Redfield, The $25 you sent me last week duly arrived, for which please

accept this Receipt, & my thanks.

firm was in bankruptcy, Redfield noted that the balance due Whitman ($63.45) "will have to go in with my

I think my estate will pay 50 cents on the dollar: hope so at any rate."

My dear Rudolf Schmidt, Your letter of 17th August has just reached me—also the Dagbladet , (four no's

I am now back here at work for the fall & winter—My address is permanently here—I get all your letters

I have lately rec'd received a paper from Pesth, Hungary, with a feuilleton about my poems.

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

My Dear Mr.

Then I should like to give my explanations and comments of America and her shows, affairs, persons, doings

I send you by same mail with this, a more neatly printed copy of my "Leaves"; also "Dem. Vistas."

My address is: Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C., United States.

Write soon, my friend. Don't forget the picture. Walt Whitman.

The postmark reads: Yarmouth | B | My 23 | (?) 2 | (?)

I wish to forward you a copy of my book—as I shall presently bring out a new edition.

1871 that his poem "is of course implicit already in your Calamus, especially in 'Scented herbage of my

I wish to know whether you have safely received the particular copy of the last edition of my poems,

I shall send you, probably by next mail, my latest piece, in a western magazine for February.

Also a second copy of my pamphlet "Democratic Vistas"—If the first copy reached you, send the second

America —about April 10, I shall return here again, & my address will be — I am writing this at my desk—as

above, Treasury Building, middle of afternoon—From my great south window I can see a far-stretching

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

My dear Rudolf Schmidt, I have sent you some books by Mr.

get of it, in advance, it is going to prove the grandest response & praise yet given anywhere to me & my

Clausen, identified by Schmidt as "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

I have the shackles on my shoulders still.—but I have no wings.

If you care to know who it is that writes this my name is Abraham Stoker (Junior).

My friends call me Bram. I live at no 43 Harcourt St Dublin.

I am ugly but strong and determined and have a large bump over my eyebrows.

I say it to my own shame but not to my regret for it has taught me a lesson to last my life out—without

editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My

I am still here at Washington—every thing much the same in my condition as when you made your brief visit

here.— I continue well in health & good spirits—& as usual spend much more of my leisure in the open

I am very soon going on to New York to bring out a new edition of my poems—same as the copy you have,

—shall remain there until about 7 th of April—(my address there will be, 107 north Portland av.

I shall mail to you in a few days my latest piece, in a magazine.

Clausen ) my poems "Leaves of Grass"—and little prose work "Democratic Vistas"—also a piece I recited

My verse strains its every nerve to arouse, brace, dilate, excite to the love & realization of health

Meanwhile, abroad, my book & myself have had a welcome quite dazzling.

Freilegrath Freiligrath translates & commends my poems.

For all, accept my friendliest good wishes. Direct Walt Whitman Washington, D. C.

Clausen, termed in Schmidt's letter "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

My dear Mr.

To these mostly my habits are adjusted.

This to give you a clearer notion—(and I distinctly wish my friends in England writing about my book

Nothing in my life, nor result of my book, has brought me more comfort & support every way—nothing has

I have sent him my last edition, to care of Ellis & Green.

Writing to Whitman on October 30, 1871, Burroughs said: "Rossetti I am drawn toward, and though my first

As soon as the places heal up a little I hope she will be comfortable—yet my dear Mother it is no use

tell you that for the first time she cannot restrain groaning—I do not know whether the Dr will like my

My own horse is sick but not very bad—yet bad enough to make me feel mighty sorry for him—I hav'nt had

The first of her letters closes in an unusually intimate way: "it is my bed hour.

Dear friend, I send by same mail with this, my latest piece, copied in a newspaper —& will write you

I suppose you duly received my former letters (two)—I ought to have written something about your children

in your letter of last summer, July 23d, which I have just been reading again)—Dear boys & girls—how my

I am still living here in employment in a Government office—My health is good—Life is rather sluggish

Rossetti quite a long letter —My present address is Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C.

I will not write any more such letters; or, if I write them because my heart is so full it cannot bear

must choose their our own time & mode—but for the simplest current details—for any thing that helps my

And if you say, "Read my books, & be content—you have me in them"—I say, it is because I read them so

my children to be shaped modified vitalized by & through these—outwardly & inwardly.

Good bye my dearest friend. Anne Gilchrist Anne Gilchrist to Walt Whitman, 3 June 1872

NW, Jan 24/72 Dear Friend, I send you photographs of my eldest and youngest children I wish I had some

against a terrible sense of inward prostration, so it has not my natural expression, but I think you

And see my faults flaws shortcomings too dear Friend.

My Husband was taken from us too young to be able to have made any provision for his children.

I have a little of my own—about £80 a year: & for the rest depend upon my Mother whose only living child

This is my permanent address.

I live here in a large old house wh. belonged to my father—a house on a hill among trees looking down

Yet I felt that if you liked my poem you would write.

In these I trust the spirit of the Past is faithfully set forth as far as my abilities allow.

The little girl in one of them is my youngest child.

— I expect to return in about two weeks—I am writing this here in the kitchen home,—I have deserted my

cakes for breakfast—sometimes I fry them myself—I wish you could just be here & eat breakfast—I think my

mammy makes the best coffee in the world, & buckwheats ditto—mince-pies ditto— —My new edition looks

the best yet—it is from the same plates as the last, only in One Vol. bound handsomely in green cloth—my

books sent to England by to-morrow's steamer—Dear son, I send my best love, as always.

My cold hangs on, though not so bad as at first.

The state of the weather, & my cold, &c. have rather blocked me from having my usual enjoyment here,

trouble)—I go out a couple of hours middle of the day, but keep in nights— —I have got the new edition of my

enclosed, as you may need it—Should you want more, you write, as I have plenty—I am writing this up in my

butter—every thing tip-top—get along well enough—you must try to do the same—so good bye, for this time, my

My dear Mr.

With regard to re-printing my book in full in England I can only say that of course it would be gratifying

copyright might be legalized here—If so, this might be worth considering in reference to the reprint of my

February or March, I am not certain which, I understand it has a criticism on my book, from a believer

My address is Solicitor's Office, Treasury, Washington, D. C.—U.S.A.

Dear Friend I was to tell you about my acquaintanceship with Tennyson, which was a pleasant episode in

my life at Haslemere Hearing of the extreme beauty of the scenery thereabouts & specially of its comparative

It is pleasant to see T. with children—little girls at least—he does not take to boys—but one of my girls

nor understand the full meaning of your own words—"whoso touches this, touches a man" —"I have put my

My love, flowing ever fresh & fresh out of my heart, will go with you in all your wanderings, dear Friend

We have had cold & spiteful weather all the time of my visit here—over a month—& I have not had my usual

finds any difficulty—but I guess not—I guess he is getting along well—Is there any thing new among my

I have got out my new edition, from same plates as the last, only all bound in One Vol.

done in green cloth, vellum—looks the best & most ship-shape of any edition yet—have not added any of my

Dear Pete, I am having a better time here than I had my last visit.

swimming— Mother is only middling—has some pretty bad spells with rheumatism—will break up here, & go with my

It is either $120 (or $130, I am not sure—but I have a memorandum in my desk at Washington)—I am feeling

real well, & hope you are too, my loving boy.

I wish each to be told my remembrance (or to see this letter if convenient).

positions & ideas in your Westminster article—and radiating from the central point of assumption of my

I would say that (as you of course see) the spine or verteber principle of my book is a model or ideal

(And I want my friends, indeed, when writing for publication about my poetry, to present its gay-heartedness

And now, my dear friend, I must close.

the pipes through the house, & burst them yesterday, causing great trouble—I too have got a bad cold, my

three hours during the day)— I will only write this very short letter to you this time, but send you my

love, my darling son—I think about you every day dear son—will write more, soon—here is a kiss for you

letter to you this time—I feel pretty well, but don't seem to feel like writing—Good bye for to-day, my

out—(George turned 'em out for impudence to mother)—I write every other day, & send papers & stuff—My

like to come on, according to your invitation, & pay you a good visit, but it is doubtful this time—My

But I should like to have a good long visit home, & be with mother—my getting leave does not work yet

as I hoped—but I expect to fix it somehow, & go home before very long—I am very well this winter—My

Dear sister Mat, & Hatty & California, love to you all—I am writing this at my desk, toward noon, very

Your books and portraits have in the last month circulated amongst the ladies of my acquaintance, for

Never had I thought in my days (during life-time) to get a spirit (or ghost, none of the expressions

signify exactly our stand) for my help—from America.

I thank him and thee from my full heart.

At present you will understand my meaning! Good by.

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

Permit me to assure that such a motive was foreign to my mind.

My object in calling upon you was simply that of friendly interest which I had been encouraged to think

If my presence was an intrusion pray pardon it: but do not I beseech you attribute to presumption or

July 14/72 The 3d July was my rejoicing day, dearest Friend,—the day the packet from America reached

I speak out of my own experience when I say that no Myth, no "miracle" embodying the notion of a direct

of the heart suddenly grow adequate to such new work—O the passionate tender gratitude that flooded my

breast, the yearning that seemed to strain the heart beyond endurance that I might repay with all my

to be so, now: that for me too love & death are folded inseparably together: Death that will renew my

"Democratic Souvenirs" (later "My Legacy") was included in Whitman's "Songs of Parting," which contained

Private My dear Sir: I send herewith a proof of my poem, for convenience for use in your paper, should

I fear his hearers hardly comprehended his lines, or dreamed at what he was driving, and some in my immediate

Washington May 28, 1872 My dear Rudolf Schmidt, I have rec'd yours of April 25.

I shall have much to say about it in my next. I send you two or three humorous American works.

be published, forming part of a little book—which I will send you—During June I shall be home with my

Clausen, whom Schmidt termed "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he left

Novr. 12, 1872 My dearest Friend, I must write not because I have anything to tell you—but because I

impulses of thought & emotion that would shape themselves melodiously out of that for the new volume— My

Percy my eldest, whom I have not seen for a year is coming to spend Xmas with us— Good bye dearest Friend

My dear Mr.

As far as my own opinion goes, I would say that there is a certainty of success, a sufficient success

I need not say that if you would come to our house in Dublin my wife & I would be made abundantly happy

Each I assure you has been valued, (though my thanks are tardy); & your letter has been read or heard

My address is as before 50, Wellington Road, Dublin.

It was in my hands two days before the beginning of the new year.

This unexpected delay makes me very sorry; my mind is full of your poems, but naturally I won't beginn

begin to write before having in my hands as complete materials as possibly possible .

Clausen, who Rudolf Schmidt called "my old friend and countryman," corresponded with Schmidt after he

My dear Mr.

gladly avail myself of so tempting an opening for saying that I am the same—& shall feel confident that my

indeed it cannot have needed telling—that you were a very principal subject of our discourse, & of my

friends amply share my feeling.

My vol. volume of Selections from American Poets doesn't seem likely to be published yet awhile.

editorial decisions, which included editing potentially objectionable content and removing entire poems: "My

I hereby acknowledge the receipt of your kind letter of 2 Feb, which has been in my hands for some days

Of course my letter has gone to Washington.

I am closing in these days my article on you—.

Private My dear Sir: I send herewith a proof of my poem for convenience for use in your paper, should

I delivered my poem here before the College yesterday. All went off very well.

I will send you the little book with my poem, (& others) when I get back to Brooklyn.

Pete did my poem appear in the Washington papers—I suppose Thurs-day or Friday— Chronicle or Patriot

My dear Linton: How do you get on with the picture?

I am back here at work at my desk, for the fall & coming winter.

because the word used does not suit me, but neither in my head nor in my dictionary was I able to find

I have been home—six weeks— —I am middling well, go out some every day, but not much—Best thing is my

Good bye, my darling son—So the new shirts turn out a success do they?

I have a great mind to be jealous—Give my love to Wash Milburn, Adrian Jones, & all the RR boys.

Brooklyn, New York March 14 My dear Mr.

Linton, I think of wanting this engraved (exactly this size, and general design) for a frontispiece for my

That the papers are in my hands you probably are informed of at present.

I am at present composing my article; in the of March it shall be in your hands.

Democratic Vistas" to the Professor Rasmus Nielsen, one great Scandinavian philosopher and according to my

Rudolf Schmidt, Dear Sir & Friend, Your magazine with the article on my book has safely reached me—&

I will write to you thence more fully, & hope to continue having letters from you—My address will be

will get the money to morrow) i am pretty smart i am troubled at times with a dissiness dizziness in my

get 8 dollar per day but its put the house question down i have got a letter from han i told you in my

box was sent i would let her know so the day before the box went i got lou to write a few lines as my

the way things work on the road—It wont won't be very long, now before I shall be back with you—Give my

Nash—tell Wash Milburne I wish him success in the "graduate of Pharmacy" line, & every thing else— give him my

been real pleasant—I have been out most of the time—It is now between 4 and 5—I am writing this up in my

room home—am going out, & over to New York this evening—nothing special to write about— Pete, my darling