Books author - "Walt Whitman"
rt and learning, pleasure, sense,To glean eidolons. Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all, That of eidolons. Ever the dim beginning, Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle, Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,) Eidolons! eidolons! Ever the mutable, Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering, Ever the ateliers, the factories divine, Issuing
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
rt and learning, pleasure, sense,To glean eidolons. Put in thy chants said he, No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all, That of eidolons. Ever the dim beginning, Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle, Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,) Eidolons! eidolons! Ever the mutable, Ever materials, changing, crumbling, re-cohering, Ever the ateliers, the factories divine, Issuing
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman