What is it that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have ever read.
Stop this day and night with me, and you shall possess the origin of all poems;
You shall possess the good of the earth and sun
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.