Whitman singing a mystery - When I heard the learn'd astronomer

There are some mysteries that are inexpiable. Walt Whitman is often found singing these mysteries.

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars. 


It is the true work of each American to go outside and forge her own original relationship with the universe. - Emerson