Steady and long he struggles,
He is baffled, bang'd, bruis'd, he holds out while his strength
holds out,
The slapping eddies are spotted with his blood, they bear him away,
they roll him, swing him, turn him,
His beautiful body is borne in the eddies, it is
continually bruis'd on rocks,
Swiftly and ought of sight is borne the brave corpse.
He is baffled, bang'd, bruis'd, he holds out while his strength
holds out,
The slapping eddies are spotted with his blood, they bear him away,
they roll him, swing him, turn him,
His beautiful body is borne in the eddies, it is
continually bruis'd on rocks,
Swiftly and ought of sight is borne the brave corpse.
Walt Whitman - Leaves of Grass
