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

Through the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away.

There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.

I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!

What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

storming, enjoying, planning, loving, cautioning, Backing and filling, appearing and disappearing, I tread day and night such roads.

Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.