I know I am deathlessย We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Walt WhitmanThe wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.
Walt WhitmanLove, that is day and night - love, that is sun and moon and stars, Love, that is crimson, sumptuous, sick with perfume, no other words but words of love, no other thought but love.
Walt Whitman