Walt Whitman: Earth, My Likeness

Earth, My Likeness

Earth, my likeness, Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, I now suspect that is not all; I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth, For an athlete is enamour'd of me, and I of him, But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me eligible     to burst forth, I dare not tell it in words, not even in these songs.