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Written by Walt Whitman | Create an image from this poem

Who Learns My Lesson Complete?

 WHO learns my lesson complete? 
Boss, journeyman, apprentice—churchman and atheist, 
The stupid and the wise thinker—parents and offspring—merchant, clerk, porter
 and
 customer, 
Editor, author, artist, and schoolboy—Draw nigh and commence; 
It is no lesson—it lets down the bars to a good lesson,
And that to another, and every one to another still. 

The great laws take and effuse without argument; 
I am of the same style, for I am their friend, 
I love them quits and quits—I do not halt, and make salaams. 

I lie abstracted, and hear beautiful tales of things, and the reasons of things;
They are so beautiful, I nudge myself to listen. 

I cannot say to any person what I hear—I cannot say it to myself—it is very
 wonderful. 

It is no small matter, this round and delicious globe, moving so exactly in its orbit
 forever
 and ever, without one jolt, or the untruth of a single second; 
I do not think it was made in six days, nor in ten thousand years, nor ten billions of
 years, 
Nor plann’d and built one thing after another, as an architect plans and builds a
 house.

I do not think seventy years is the time of a man or woman, 
Nor that seventy millions of years is the time of a man or woman, 
Nor that years will ever stop the existence of me, or any one else. 

Is it wonderful that I should be immortal? as every one is immortal; 
I know it is wonderful, but my eyesight is equally wonderful, and how I was conceived in
 my
 mother’s womb is equally wonderful;
And pass’d from a babe, in the creeping trance of a couple of summers and winters, to
 articulate and walk—All this is equally wonderful. 

And that my Soul embraces you this hour, and we affect each other without ever seeing each
 other, and never perhaps to see each other, is every bit as wonderful. 

And that I can think such thoughts as these, is just as wonderful; 
And that I can remind you, and you think them, and know them to be true, is just as
 wonderful. 

And that the moon spins round the earth, and on with the earth, is equally wonderful,
And that they balance themselves with the sun and stars, is equally wonderful.


Written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe | Create an image from this poem

The Goldsmiths Apprentice

 My neighbour, none can e'er deny,

Is a most beauteous maid;
Her shop is ever in mine eye,

When working at my trade.

To ring and chain I hammer then

The wire of gold assay'd,
And think the while: "For Kate, oh when

Will such a ring be made?"

And when she takes her shutters down,

Her shop at once invade,
To buy and haggle, all the town,

For all that's there displayd.

I file, and maybe overfile

The wire of gold assay'd;
My master grumbles all the while,--

Her shop the mischief made.

To ply her wheel she straight begins,

When not engaged in trade;
I know full well for what she spins,--

'Tis hope guides that dear maid.

Her leg, while her small foot treads on,

Is in my mind portray'd;
Her garter I recall anon,--

I gave it that dear maid.

Then to her lips the finest thread

Is by her hand convey'd.
Were I there only in its stead,

How I would kiss the maid!

1808.

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