Loafe with me on the grassโloose the stop from your throat; Not words, not music or rhyme I wantโnot custom or lecture, not even the best; Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
Walt WhitmanI heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes - but is that all?
Walt Whitman