Logic and sermons never convince,The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so,Only what nobody denies is so.) Song of Myself (1855)
I open the scuttle at night and see the far sprinkled systems,And all I see multiplied as high as I can cyper edge but rim of the farthest systems.Wider and wider they spread, expanding, always expanding,Outward and outward, forever outward. Song of Myself (1867)