Walt Whitman on the allure of the road

“You air that serves me with breath to speak! / You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them shape! / You that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers! / You paths worn in irregular hollows by the roadsides! / I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to me.”
–Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road” (1856)