Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.
Walt WhitmanA child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
Walt WhitmanPointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.
Walt Whitman