As I ebb’d with the ocean of life,
As I wended the shores I know,
As I inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,
As the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer and closer,
Miles walking, the sound of breaking waves the other side of me,
Gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and drift.
Aware now that amid all that blab whose echoes recoil upon me I have not once had the least idea who or what I am,
But that before all my arrogant poems the real Me stands yet untouch’d, untold, altogether unreach’d,
Pointing in silence to these songs, and then to the sand beneath.
Ebb, ocean of life, (the flow will return)
– Walt Whitman