ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good
steadily hastening towards immortality,
And the vast all that is call'd Evil I saw hastening to merge itself
and become lost and dead.
More verses by Walt Whitman
- Poets To Come
- Manhattan Streets I Saunter'D, Pondering
- Who Learns My Lesson Complete?
- Come Up From The Fields, Father
- That Music Always Round Me