Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Do I contradict myself? Very well thenI contradict myselfI am large, I contain multitudes.

Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don't you let it out then?

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.

To me, every hour of the day and night is an unspeakably perfect miracle.