Song of Myself

There is that in me — I do not know what it is — but I know it

is in me.

Wrench'd and sweaty — calm and cool then my body becomes,

I sleep — I sleep long.

I do not know it — it is without name — it is a word unsaid,

It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.

Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,

To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.

Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers

and sisters.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters?

It is not chaos or death — it is form, union, plan — it is eternal

life — it is Happiness.