The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.

Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?

And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

A man is a great thing upon the earth and through eternity; but every jot of the greatness of man is unfolded out of woman.

WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving. No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing, Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing, Fulfilling our foray.

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

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