I gizoogled my favorite Walt Whitman poem. This may have been a bad idea.
And you O mah soul where you stand,
Surrounded, detached, in measizzles oceans of space,
Ceazelessly mus'n, sippin' throw'n,
perpetratin' tha spheres ta connect them,
Tizzle tha bridge you will need be form'd,
till tha ductile anchor hold,
Tizzy tha gossama thread you fling catch somewhizzles
O mah soul ridin' in mah double R.
(A Noiseless Patient Spida, by Walt Whitman)