And I know I am solid and sound; to me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow; all are written to me, and I must get what the writing means...I know I am august; I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood; I see that the elementary laws never apologize...I exist as I am—that is enough; If no other in the world be aware, I sit content; And if each and all be aware, I sit content. One world is aware, and by far the largest to me, and that is myself...My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite;
I laugh at what you call dissolution;
And I know the amplitude of time.
And I know I am solid and sound; to me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow; all are written to me, and I must get what the writing means...I know I am august; I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood; I see that the elementary laws never apologize...I exist as I am—that is enough; If no other in the world be aware, I sit content; And if each and all be aware, I sit content. One world is aware, and by far the largest to me, and that is myself...My foothold is tenon’d and mortis’d in granite;
I laugh at what you call dissolution;
And I know the amplitude of time.
