You will hardly know who I am or what I mean

To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle. Every cubic inch of space is a miracle.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less; And the good or bad I say of myself, I say of them.

The sum of all known value and respect, I add up in you, whoever you are.

Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.