Sane, random, negligent hours, 

Sane, easy, culminating hours,

After the flush, the Indian summer, of my life, 

Away from Books – away from Art - the lesson learn’d pass’ o’er,

soothing, bathing, merging all - the sane, magnetic,

Now for the day and night themselves - the open air, 

Now for the fields, the seasons, insects, trees - the rain and snow, 

Where wil bees flitting hum, 

Or August mulleins grow, or winter’s snowflakes fall, 

Or stars in the skies roll round - 

The silent sun and stars, 

– Supplement Hours Walt Whitman 

(Source: dizzygano)