DAREST thou now, O Soul, <br /> Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region, <br /> Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow? <br /> <br /> <br /> No map, there, nor guide, <br /> Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, <br /> Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. <br /> <br /> <br /> I know it not, O Soul; <br /> Nor dost thou--all is a blank before us; <br /> All waits, undream'd of, in that region--that inaccessible land. <br /> <br /> <br /> Till, when the ties loosen, 10 <br /> All but the ties eternal, Time and Space, <br /> Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us. <br /> <br /> <br /> Then we burst forth--we float, <br /> In Time and Space, O Soul--prepared for them; <br /> Equal, equipt at last--(O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil, O <br /> Soul.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darest-thou-now-o-soul-2/
