There was a child went forth every
     day,
And the first object he looked upon
     and received with wonder or pity
     or love or dread, that object he
     became,
And the object became part of him for     the day or a certain part of the day
     .... or for many years or stretching
     cycles of years.

(There was a Child Went Forth 138)
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Walt Whitman Birthplace, West Hills, NY.