"Song at Sunset" and a cabin in the woods.

1 SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic—hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat—you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
2 Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness,
Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection,
Natural life of me, faithfully praising things;
Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

excerpt from "Song at Sunset" (1867) by Walt Whitman, from "Leaves of Grass"

A cabin west of Madison in Wisconsin. A thousand acres. No one around. Spent this past Sunday through Monday there with my brother. It's difficult to leave...