…from the quills of the dead white poets
Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
Grand is the seen, the light, to me – grand are the sky and stars,
Grand is the earth, and grand are lasting time and space,
And grand their laws, so multiform, puzzling, evolutionary;
But grander far the unseen soul of me, comprehending, endowing all those,
Lighting the light, the sky and stars, delving the earth, sailing the sea,
(What were all those, indeed, without thee, unseen soul? Of what amount without thee?)
More evolutionary, vast, puzzling, O my soul!
More multiform far – more lasting thou than they.