" I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by the carpenter’s compass, I know I shall not pass like a child’s carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.
I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.
I exist as I am—that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content. "