And scream at my eyes,
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and
Which is ahead?
Whitman will scream as his human eyes, castigating them for gazing at mundane, unimportant things. Instead, like a true Poet, he wants them to be transparent eye-balls, able to see beyond the physical nature of the world to tap into its spiritual meaning.
To help improve the meaning of these lyrics, visit “Song of Myself” by Walt Whitman and leave a comment on the lyrics box