Walt Whitman - Spirit that Form'd this Scene lyrics

Written in Platte Cañon, Colorado Spirit that form'd this scene These tumbled rock-piles grim and red These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own I know thee, savage spirit--we have communed together Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own; Was't charged against my chants they had forgotten art? To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse? The lyrist's measur'd beat, the wrought-out temple's Grace--column and polish'd arch forgot? But thou that revelest here--spirit that form'd this scene They have remember'd thee