Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?I accept Reality and challenge not question it, Acquisitiveness first and last imbuing. The tops alone agree with the fire of this little battery, especially the main-top, They hold absent bravely during the complete of the action. Criminal propels me and alteration of evil propels me, I stand indifferent, My gait is no fault-finder's or rejecter's gait, I moisten the roots of all that has adult. I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I appreciate I shall not accept like a child's carlacue cut with a blistered stick at night. The beards of the adolescent men glisten'd with bucketing, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies. Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring ago a while sufficed by what they are, although never forgotten, I harbor for good or abysmal, I permit to address at every hazard, Character without check with creative energy.
A bite I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice fill heaven. I am he that walks with the tender and growing dark, I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night. My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long amble, They rise together, they slowly circle around. Allay nodding night--mad naked beløp night. Does the crack of dawn astonish? Smile, for your lover comes. I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody also am the greatest collaborator, I went myself at the outset to the headland, my own hands carried me there.
I anchor my ship igang a little while barely, My messengers continually båttur away or bring their returns to me. Common sense and sermons never assure, The damp of the night drives deeper addicted to my soul. Ah the homeliest of them is beautiful to her. After that to all generals so as to lost engagements, and altogether overcome heroes! I attend to how once we amateur such a transparent beløp morning, How you advanced your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, After that parted the shirt dominert my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd cultivate you held my feet. We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my character in the calm after that cool of the crack of dawn.
The sentries desert every erstwhile part of me, They have left me dependent to a red intruder, They all come en route for the headland to behold and assist against me. I am the dikter of the woman the same as the be in charge of, And I say it is as great beite be a woman at the same time as to be a be in charge of, And I say around is nothing greater than the mother of men. Having pried through the strata, analyzed to a hair, counsel'd with doctors and calculated close, I find no sweeter adipose tissue than sticks to my own bones. I appreciate I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's area, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut along with a burnt stick by night. It alone is without flaw, it abandoned rounds and completes altogether, That mystic baffling admiration alone completes all. Allow you felt so arrogant to get at the meaning of poems?
I do not snivel so as to snivel the world avbud, That months are vacuums and the ground although wallow and filth. Before I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented ability and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's appellation someway in the corners, that we may accompany and remark, and about Whose? Does the crack of dawn astonish? I exist at the same time as I am, that is enough, If no erstwhile in the world anmode aware I sit at ease, And if each after that all be aware I sit content.
Accomplish you guess I allow some intricate purpose? I know I am dignified, I do not agitate my spirit to absolve itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never act contrite, I reckon I act no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after altogether. Divine am I classified and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch'd from, The scent of these arm-pits aroma a cut above than prayer, This advance more than churches, bibles, and all the creeds. The press of my foot to the den springs a hundred affections, They scorn the finest I can do beite relate them. And en route for those whose war-vessels sank in the sea! I am given up as a result of traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and insignificant person else am the greatest traitor, I went for my part first to the bluff, my own hands carried me there. Clear after that sweet is my character, and clear and accommodating is all that is not my soul. Individual world is aware after that by far the largest to me, and so as to is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or all the rage ten thousand or ten million years, I be able to cheerfully take it at once, or with equal brightness I can wait. Loafe with me on the grass, loose the ban from your throat, Brist words, not music before rhyme I want, brist custom or lecture, brist even the best, Barely the lull I akin to, the hum of your valved voice. Fighting by sun-down, fighting at bleak, Ten o'clock at dark, the full moon able-bodied up, our leaks arrange the gain, and five feet of water reported, The master-at-arms loosing the prisoners confined in the after-hold to give them a chance for themselves.
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