poem by walt whitman

I believe I could build a utopia

With the western third of the land

(Poem by Walt Whitman)

 

I believe I could build a utopia

With the western third of the land

 

To thrust in the earth ears of barley

And pull up bread with my hands

 

The night of the crickets is fading

And the dawn of new orders is nigh

 

The gates are lit by the torches

They rival the bright of the sky

 

They rival the bright of the sky, the sky

they rival the bright of the sky!