Song of Myself - Pg 10

. . . . i believe in those winged purposes,
And acknowledge the red yellow and white playing within me,
And consider the green and violet and the tufted crown intentional;
And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something
        else,
And the mocking bird in the swamp never studied the gamut, yet
        trills pretty well to me,
And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.