From “In Paths Untrodden” by Walt Whitman:
Here by myself away from the clank of the world,
Tallying and talk’d to here by tongues aromatic,
No longer abash’d, (for in this secluded spot I can respond as I would not dare elsewhere,)
Strong upon me the life that does not exhibit itself, yet contains all the rest,
These words come from the same man who said,
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
Was Uncle Walt truly able to celebrate himself and sing himself if he required a secluded spot to respond as he would not dare elsewhere? What will it take for us to get to a place where we need not be in a secluded spot to be “no longer abash’d”?