I visit the orchards of God (Walt Whitman)

Swift wind! Space! My Soul!  Now I know it is true what I guessed at;

What I guessed when I loafed on the grass,

What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed . . . . 

and again when I walked

the beach under the paling stars of the morning.  […]

I visit the orchards of God and look at the spheric product,

And look at quintillions ripened, and look at quintillions green.

I fly the flight of the fluid and swallowing soul,

My course runs below the sound of plummets.

--Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (1855)

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