Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
To behold the day-break!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.
Whoever you are! you are he or she for whom the earth is solid and liquid,
You are he or she for whom the sun and moon hang in the sky.
– Walt Whitman