FOR him I sing, <br /> I raise the Present on the Past, <br /> (As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:) <br /> With time and space I him dilate--and fuse the immortal laws, <br /> To make himself, by them, the law unto himself.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-him-i-sing/
