Song of Myself begins lazily: "I loafe and invite my soul, / I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass" (lines 3-4). Discuss the concept of leisureliness in this poem. How are the long lines and rhythms contributing to a sense of being at ease? How does patience and restfulness look in comparison with the obvious ambitions of the poem? Is there such a thing as "active loafing"?