I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain'd, I stand and look at them long and long.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

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.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."