Whitman
And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my Soul;
- I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.
Walt
Houses and rooms are full of perfumes—the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it; The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation—it is odorless;
- It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it; 10 I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked; I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
