Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 1. To the Garden the World

To the garden the world anew ascending,
Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
Curious here behold my resurrection after slumber,
The revolving cycles in their wide sweep having brought me again,
Amorous, mature, all beautiful to me, all wondrous,
My limbs and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for
      reasons, most wondrous,
Existing I peer and penetrate still,
Content with the present, content with the past,
By my side or back of me Eve following,
Or in front, and I following her just the same.

1. Leaves of Grass. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 12. Mediums
2. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 11. Shakspere-Bacon’s Cipher
3. Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 24. Hast Never Come to Thee an Hour
4. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 30. Race of Veterans
5. Leaves of Grass. 24. Autumn Rivulets. 38. The Prairie States

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