Who knows but I am enjoying this?
Who knows but I am as good as looking at you now, for all you cannot see me?

20. It is not you alone, nor I alone,
Not a few races, nor a few generations, nor a few centuries,
It is that each came, or comes, or shall come, from its due emission, without fail, either now, or then, or henceforth.

21. Every thing indicates — the smallest does, and the largest does,
A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul for a proper time.

22. Now I am curious what sight can ever be more stately and admirable to me than my mast-hemm'd Manhatta.
My river and sun-set, and my scallop-edged waves of flood-tide.
The sea-gulls oscillating their bodies, the hay-boat in the twilight, and the belated lighte;
Curious what Gods can exceed these that clasp me by the hand, and with voices I love call me promptly and loudly by my nighest name as I approach.
Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me to the woman or man that looks in my face,
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning into you.