This night I am happy,
As I watch the stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the
universes, and of the future.
What can the future bring me more than I have?
Do you suppose I wish to enjoy life in other spheres?
I say distinctly I comprehend no better sphere than this earth,
I comprehend no better life than the life of my body.
I do not know what follows the death of my body,
But I know well that whatever it is, it is best for me,
And I know well that what is really Me shall live just as much as
before.
I am not uneasy but I shall have good housing to myself,
But this is my first – how can I like the rest any better?
Here I grew up – the studs and rafters are grown parts of me.
I am not uneasy but I am to be beloved by young and old men, and to
love them the same,
I suppose the pink nipples of the breasts of women with whom I shall
sleep will taste the same to my lips,
But this is the nipple of a breast of my mother, always near and
always divine to me, her true child and son.
I suppose I am to be eligible to visit the stars, in my time,
I suppose I shall have myriads of new experiences – and that the
experience of this earth will prove only one out of myriads;
But I believe my body and my soul already indicate those
experiences,
And I believe I shall find nothing in the stars more majestic and
beautiful than I have already found on the earth,
And I believe I have this night a clue through the universes,
And I believe I have this night thought a thought of the clef of
eternity.
A vast similitude interlocks all,
All spheres, grown, ungrown, small, large, suns, moons, planets,
comets, asteroids,
All the substances of the same, and all that is spiritual upon the same,
All distances of place, however wide,
All distances of time – all inanimate forms,
All souls – all living bodies, though they be in different worlds,
All gaseous, watery, vegetable, mineral processes, the fishes, the
brutes,
All men and women – me also,
All nations, colors, barbarisms, civilizations, languages,
All identities that have existed or may exist on this globe or any
globe,
All lives and deaths – all of past, present, future,
This vast similitude spans them, and always has spanned, and shall
forever span them.

Walt Whitman

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