There is that in me--I do not know what it is--but I know it is in me.


Wrench'd and sweaty--calm and cool then my body becomes,
I sleep--I sleep long.


I do not know it--it is without name--it is a word unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.


Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.


Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.


Do you see O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death--it is form, union, plan--it is eternal
    life--it is Happiness.