LONG I thought that knowledge alone would suffice me—O if I could but obtain
    knowledge! 
Then my lands engrossed me—Lands of the prairies, Ohio’s land, the southern
    savannas,
	engrossed me—For them I would live—I would be their orator; 
Then I met the examples of old and new heroes—I heard of warriors, sailors, and all
	dauntless persons—And it seemed to me that I too had it in me to be as dauntless as
	any—and would be so; 
And then, to enclose all, it came to me to strike up the songs of the New World—And
    then I
	believed my life must be spent in singing; 
But now take notice, land of the prairies, land of the south savannas, Ohio’s land,
Take notice, you Kanuck woods—and you Lake Huron—and all that with you roll
    toward
	Niagara—and you Niagara also, 
And you, Californian mountains—That you each and all find somebody else to be your
    singer
	of songs, 
For I can be your singer of songs no longer—One who loves me is jealous of me, and
	withdraws me from all but love, 
With the rest I dispense—I sever from what I thought would suffice me, for it does
	not—it is now empty and tasteless to me, 
I heed knowledge, and the grandeur of The States, and the example of heroes, no more,
I am indifferent to my own songs—I will go with him I love, 
It is to be enough for us that we are together—We never separate again.

Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 7. Long I Thought that Knowledge.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 22. Gathered Leaves
Year: Published/Written in 1900
Poem of the Day: Jul 24 2011

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