From “Song of Myself”
Where the heifers browse, and the geese nip their food with short jerks;
Where the sundown shadows lengthen over the limitless and lonesome
 Where the herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles
far and  near;
 Where the hummingbird shimmers . . . . where the neck of the
longlived swan is   curving and winding
Where the laughing-gull scoots by the slappy shore and laughs her
near-human laugh . . .