Is heaven real

As in a swoon, one instant,

Another sun, ineffable, full dazzles me,

And all the orbs I knew, and brighter, unknown orbs, 

One instant of the future land, Heaven's land.

I cannot be awake, 

For nothing looks to me as it did before,

Or else I am awake for the first time, 

And all before has been a mean slee

When I try to tell the best I find, I cannot―

My tongue is ineffectual, on its pivots,

My breath will not be obedient to its organs,

I become a dumb man. 

—Walt Whitman