Forest Meadow Collection
"There was a child went forth every day, and the first object he looked upon and received with wonder or pity or love or dread, that object he became, and that object became part of him for the day or a certain part of the day . . . . or for many years or stretching cycles of years.
The early lilacs became part of this child, and grass, and white and red morningglories, and white and red clover, and the song of the phœbe-bird,… all became part of him…And the field-sprouts of April and May became part of him . . . . wintergrain sprouts, and those of the light-yellow corn, and of the esculent roots of the garden, and the appletrees covered with blossoms, and the fruit afterward . . . . and woodberries . . and the commonest weeds by the road…
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes and will always go forth every day, and these become of him or her that peruses them now."
Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass