It Seems Then That It Is Not

All The World Is Full Of Inscape And Chance Left Free To Act Falls Into An Order As Well As Purpose.

Even With One Companion Ecstasy Is Almost Banished.

The World Is Charged With The Grandeur Of God. It Will Flame Out, Like Shining From Shook Foil; It Gathers To A Greatness, Like The Ooze Of Oil Crushed.

As Kingfishers Catch Fire, Dragonflies Draw Flame

But . . . I May As Well Say What I Should Not Otherwise Have Said, That I Always Knew In My Heart Walt Whitman’s Mind To Be More Like My Own Than Any Other Man’s Living. As He Is A Very Great Scoundrel This Is Not A Pleasant Confession.