I wear my hat as I please, indoors or out.

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

Long have you timidly waded Holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, Rise again, nod to me, shout, And laughingly dash with your hair.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else.

I think I will do nothing for a long time but listen, And accrue what I hear into myself...and let sound contribute toward me.

O to speed where there is space enough and air enough at last!