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
1988 • I Was There: Five Poems of Walt Whitman
1988 • I Was There: Five Poems of Walt Whitman
1988 • I Was There: Five Poems of Walt Whitman
1988 • Four Dickinson Songs
1988 • Four Dickinson Songs
1990 • Three Ages of Woman, Op. 51
1988 • I Was There: Five Poems of Walt Whitman
1988 • I Was There: Five Poems of Walt Whitman
1988 • Four Dickinson Songs
1988 • Four Dickinson Songs
1990 • Three Ages of Woman, Op. 51
1990 • Three Ages of Woman, Op. 51