Whitman singing a mystery - When I heard the learn'd astronomer

There are some mysteries that are inexpiable. Walt Whitman is often found singing these mysteries.

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. 


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It is the true work of each American to go outside and forge her own original relationship with the universe. - Emerson

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