"After Many Springs"

Now,

In June,

When the night is a vast softness

Filled with blue stars,

And broken shafts of moon-glimmer

Fall upon the earth,

Am I too old to see the fairies dance?

I cannot find them any more.

Langston Hughes

"Now I see the secret ...."

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,

It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth ....

Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own proof ....

Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,

They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all

Under the spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Song of the Open Road, Walt Whitman