That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again and ever again, this soiled world.
Walt WhitmanI 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.
Walt WhitmanAnd I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to beautiful results, And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death, And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are compact, And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
Walt Whitman