Thoughts by Walt Whitman Lyrics

         Of ownership—as if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter
                upon all, and incorporate them into himself or herself;
        Of vista—suppose some sight in arriere through the formative chaos,
                presuming the growth, fulness, life, now attain'd on the journey,
        (But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
        Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become
                supplied—and of what will yet be supplied,
        Because all I see and know I believe to have its main purport in
                what will yet be supplied.

When I Heard the Learn'd Astronomer

         When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
        When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
        When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure         them,
        When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much
                applause in the lecture-room,
        How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
        Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
        In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
        Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.