That you are here — that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. - Walt Whitman

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

"From imperfection’s murkiest cloud,
Darts always forth one ray of perfect light,
One flash of Heaven’s glory."

-from "Song of the Universal"

Whitman's poems present no trace of rhyme, save in a couple or so of chance instances. Parts of them, indeed, may be regarded as a warp of prose amid the weft of poetry,

"Soothe! soothe! soothe!
Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
And again another behind embracing and lapping, every one close,
But my love soothes not me, not me."

-from "Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking"