From Song Of Myself

　　I think I could turn and live awhile with the animals …… they are so

　　placid¹ and self-contained，

　　I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long.

　　They do not sweat and whine² about their condition，

　　They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins，

　　They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God，

　　Not one is dissatisfied …… not one is demented with the mania³ of

　　owning things，

　　Not one kneels to another， nor to his kind that lived thousands

　　of years ago，

　　Not one is respectable or industrious⁴ over the whole earth.