Sometimes with one I love, I fill myself with rage, for fear I effuse unreturn'd love; But now I think there is no unreturn'd love—the pay is certain, one way or another; (I loved a certain person ardently, and my love was not return'd; Yet out of that, I have written these songs.)

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.

Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?

An individual is as superb as a nation when he has the qualities which make a superb nation.

I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

this is thy hour o soul, thy free flight into the wordless, away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, night, sleep, death and the stars.