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.

Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.

O YOU whom I often and silently come where you are, that I may be with you; As I walk by your side, or sit near, or remain in the same room with you, Little you know the subtle electric fire that for your sake is playing within me.

Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.

I will write the evangel-poem of comrades and of love.

Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, if I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die.