Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 8. Then Last Of All

Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same,
The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.