The homeward bound and the outward bound,
The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuyee, the onanist, the
        female that loves unrequited, the moneymaker,
The actor and actress . . those through with their parts and
        those waiting to commence,
The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the
        nominee that is chosen and the nominee that has failed,
The great already known, and the great anytime after to day,
The stammerer, the sick, the perfectformed, the homely,
The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that sat and
        sentenced him, the fluent lawyers, the jury, the
        audience,
The laugher and weeper, the dancer, the midnight widow,
        the red squaw,
The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is
        wronged,
The antipodes, and every one between this and them in the
        dark,
I swear they are averaged now … . one is no better than
        the other,
The night and sleep have likened them and restored them. 
I swear they are all beautiful,
Every one that sleeps is beautiful … . every thing in the
        dim night is beautiful,
The wildest and bloodiest is over and all is peace.

From “The Sleepers”
Walt Whitman

The homeward bound and the outward bound,

The beautiful lost swimmer, the ennuyee, the onanist, the

        female that loves unrequited, the moneymaker,

The actor and actress . . those through with their parts and

        those waiting to commence,

The affectionate boy, the husband and wife, the voter, the

        nominee that is chosen and the nominee that has failed,

The great already known, and the great anytime after to day,

The stammerer, the sick, the perfectformed, the homely,

The criminal that stood in the box, the judge that sat and

        sentenced him, the fluent lawyers, the jury, the

        audience,

The laugher and weeper, the dancer, the midnight widow,

        the red squaw,

The consumptive, the erysipalite, the idiot, he that is

        wronged,

The antipodes, and every one between this and them in the

        dark,

I swear they are averaged now … . one is no better than

        the other,

The night and sleep have likened them and restored them. 

I swear they are all beautiful,

Every one that sleeps is beautiful … . every thing in the

        dim night is beautiful,

The wildest and bloodiest is over and all is peace.

From “The Sleepers”
Walt Whitman
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