“There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.”

“There was a child went forth every day,And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became,And that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day,Or for many years or stretching cycles of years.The early lilacs became part of this child,And grass and white and red morning glories, and white and red clover,And the song of the phoebe-bird,And the Third-month lambs and the sow's pink-faint litter, and the mare's foal and the cow's calf,And the noisy brood of the barnyard or by the mire of the pond-side,And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there, and the beautiful curious liquid,And the water-plants with their graceful flat heads, all became part of him.”

“I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.”

“Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.”

“I heard what was said of the universe, heard it and heard it of several thousand years; it is middling well as far as it goes – but is that all?”

“All space, all time, The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns, Swelling, collapsing, ending, serving their longer, shorter use, Fill'd with eidolons only. The noiseless myriads, The infinite oceans where the rivers empty, The separate countless free identities, like eyesight, The true realities, eidolons. Not this the world, Nor these the universes, they the universes, Purport and end, ever the permanent life of life, Eidolons, eidolons...”

“I sing the Equalities, modern or old, I sing the endless finales of things; I say Nature continues—Glory continues;I praise with electric voice; For I do not see one imperfection in the universe; And I do not see one cause or result lamentable at last in the universe. O setting sun! though the time has come, I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration.”