O the joy of my spirit - it is uncaged - it darts like lightning!
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight expands my blood? Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.
NOT I - NOT ANYONE else, can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign'd by God's name.