You air that serves me with breath to speak!
 You objects that call from diffusion my
   meanings and give them shape!
 You light that wraps me and all things in
   delicate equable showers!
 You paths worn in the irregular hollows by 
   the roadsides!
 I believe you are latent with unseen
   existences, you are so dear to me.

You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong
   curbs at the edges!
 You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves!
   you timber-lined sides! you distant ships!

You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd 
   façades! you roofs!
 You porches and entrances! you copings and
   iron guards!
 You windows whose transparent shells
   might expose so much!
 You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
 You gray stones of interminable pavements!
   you trodden crossings!
 From all that has touch'd you I believe you
   have imparted to yourselves, and now 
   would impart the same secretly to me,
 From the living and the dead you have
   peopled your impassive surfaces, and the
   spirits thereof would be evident and 
   amicable with me.