In the swamp in secluded recesses 



A shy and hidden Mid is warbling a song. 



Sing on ! sing on, yon gray-brown bird ! 

 Sing from the swamps, the recesses, pour 

 Your chant from the bushes ; 



O liquid and free and tender ! 



O wild and loose to my soul ! 



O wondrous singer ! 



Walt Whitman. 



