A great poem is no finish to a man or woman but rather a beginning. - Walt Whitman

Allons! the road is before us!
Camerado, I give you my hand!
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me?
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

Beyond thy lectures learn’d professor,
Beyond thy telescope or spectroscope observer keen, beyond all mathematics
...
The entities of entities, eidólons.

Unfix’d yet fix’d,
Ever shall be, ever have been and are, Sweeping the present to the infinite future,
Eidólons, eidólons, eidólons.

I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood