FACING west, from California's shores,
  Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound,
  I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the
  land of migrations, look afar,
  Look off the shores of my Western Sea--the circle almost circled;
  For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere,
  From Asia--from the north--from the God, the sage, and the hero,
  From the south--from the flowery peninsulas, and the spice islands;
  Long having wander'd since--round the earth having wander'd,
  Now I face home again--very pleas'd and joyous;
  (But where is what I started for, so long ago? 10
  And why is it yet unfound?)

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Walt Whitman

Walter "Walt" Whitman was an American poet, essayist and journalist. more…

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