Thoughts. by Walt Whitman
OF ownership—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 vista—Suppose some sight in arriere, through the formative chaos, presuming the
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
yet be supplied,
Because all I see and know, I believe to have purport in what will yet be supplied.