Facing West From California's Shores
Walt Whitman
FACING west, from California's shores, Inquiring, tireless, seeking what is yet unfound, I, a child, very old, over waves, towards the house of maternity, the land of migrations, look afar, Look off the shores of my Western Sea--the circle almost circled; For, starting westward from Hindustan, from the vales of Kashmere, From Asia--from the north--from the God, the sage, and the hero, From the south--from the flowery peninsulas, and the spice islands; Long having wander'd since--round the earth having wander'd, Now I face home again--very pleas'd and joyous; (But where is what I started for, so long ago? 10 And why is it yet unfound?)
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