Song of the Open Road

excerpt from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman, from Leaves of Grass.

You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them shape!   
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!  
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!  
I think you are latent with unseen existences—you are so dear to me.  
You flagg’d walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!  
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides! you distant ships!   
You rows of houses! you window-pierc’d façades! you roofs!  
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!  
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!  
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!  
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!   
From all that has been near you, I believe you have imparted to yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me;  
From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.  
The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,  
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,  
The cheerful voice of the public road—the gay fresh sentiment of the road.  
O highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me, Do not leave me?  
Do you say, Venture not? If you leave me, you are lost?  
Do you say, I am already prepared—I am well-beaten and undenied—adhere to me?  
O public road! I say back, I am not afraid to leave you—yet I love you;   
You express me better than I can express myself;  
You shall be more to me than my poem.  
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv’d in the open air, and all great poems also;  
I think I could stop here myself, and do miracles;  
(My judgments, thoughts, I henceforth try by the open air, the road;)   
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever beholds me shall like me;  
I think whoever I see must be happy.