so placid and self - contained,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the
mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived
thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them
plainly in their possession.
: Walt Whitman