TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending, <br /> Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding, <br /> The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being, <br /> Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber; <br /> The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again, <br /> Amorous, mature--all beautiful to me--all wondrous; <br /> My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for <br /> reasons, most wondrous; <br /> Existing, I peer and penetrate still, <br /> Content with the present--content with the past, <br /> By my side, or back of me, Eve following, 10 <br /> Or in front, and I following her just the same.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-garden-the-world/
