Walt Whitman - A Font of Type lyrics
This latent mine—these unlaunch'd voices—pa**ionate powers, Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout, (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,) These ocean waves arousable to fury and to d**h, Or sooth'd to ease and sheeny sun and sleep, Within the pallid slivers slumbering.