Here is the efflux of the soul,
 The efflux of the soul comes from within
   through embower'd gates, ever provoking
   questions,
 These yearnings why are they? these
   thoughts in the darkness why are they?
 Why are there men and women that while
   they are nigh me the sunlight expands my
   blood?
 Why when they leave me do my pennants
   of joy sink flat and lank?
 Why are there trees I never walk under but
   large and melodious thoughts descend
   upon me?
 (I think they hang there winter and summer
   on those trees and always drop fruit as I
   pass;)
 What is it I interchange so suddenly with
   strangers?
 What with some driver as I ride on the seat
   by his side?
 What with some fisherman drawing his
   seine by the shore as I walk by and pause?
 What gives me to be free to a woman's and
   man's good-will? what gives them to be 
   free to mine?