We Two, How Long We Were Fool'd
By Walt Whitman
We two, how long we were fool'd!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground, we are rocks;
We are oaks, we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse, we are two among the wild herds, spontaneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are, we drop scent around the lanes, mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beasts, vegetables, minerals;
We are two predatory hawks, we soar above, and look down;
We are two resplendent suns, we it is who balance ourselves, orbic and stellar, we are as two comets;
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods, we spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving overhead;
We are seas mingling, we are two of those cheerful waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting each other;
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive, pervious, impervious:
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness, we are each product and influence of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home again, we two have;
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own joy.