Facing West from Californias Shores Whitman by Walt Whitman Lyrics

FACING west, from California's shores,
Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,

I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the
land of migrations, look afar,

Look off the shores of my Western Sea--the circle almost circled;
For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,

From Asia--from the north--from the God, the sage, and the hero,
From the south--from the flowery peninsulas, and the spice islands;

Long having wander'd since--round the earth having wander'd,
Now I face home again--very pleas'd and joyous;

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