Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
OF ownershipâ€”As if one fit to own things could not at pleasure enter upon all, and
them into himself or herself.
Of waters, forests, hills;
Of the earth at large, whispering through medium of me;
Of vistaâ€”Suppose some sight in arriere, through the formative chaos, presuming the
fulness, life, now attainâ€™d on the journey;
(But I see the road continued, and the journey ever continued;)
â€”Of what was once lacking on earth, and in due time has become suppliedâ€”And of
yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport in what will yet be supplied.