 WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND? by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Alan Davis Drake. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But merely of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Betsy Bush Kristen Hughes and Julian Jamison WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Elizabeth Palmer WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Eswa WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Judith A. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Joe Breneman. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Jason Oakley, second May 2007, Brisbane, Australia, www.bangrocks.com. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? the battleship, perfectly-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Jeanette Ferguson. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by J. Rudman, April 30, 2007, Chicago, Illinois, www.nowworthynotes.com. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Caren Savage. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfectly-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Kara Schellenberg. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Olivia Arakawa, on May the 1st, 2007, in Kyoto, Japan. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Sean McGahey and Esther. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND by Walt Whitman, read for LibriVox.org by Travis Phillips. WHAT THINK YOU I TAKE MY PEN IN HAND TO RECORD? The battleship, perfect-modeled, majestic, that I saw past the offing to-day under full sail, the splendors of the past day, or the splendor of the night that envelops me, or the vaulted glory and growth of the great city spread around me? No. But I record of two simple men that I saw today on the pier in the midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends, the one to remain hung on the other's neck and passionately kissed him, while the one to depart tightly pressed the one to remain in his arms.