Now, Voyager, sail thou forth, to seek and find."

But where is what I started for so long ago? And why is it yet unfound?

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.

Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?

I am for those who believe in loose delights, I share the midnight orgies of young men, I dance with the dancers and drink with the drinkers.

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger, We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend, Pioneers! O pioneers!

All truths wait in all things,/They neither hasten their own delivery nor resist it