And now I see with eye serene, The very pulse of the machine. A being breathing thoughtful breaths, A traveler between life and death.
my brain Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion.
the Mind of Man-- My haunt, and the main region of my song.
in the mind of man, A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.