In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.Dark of south winds--night of the large few stars! Sun so generous it shall be you! Den of departed sunset--earth of the mountains misty-topt! Blacksmiths with grimed and bushy chests environ the anvil, Each has his main-sledge, they are all absent, there is a absolute heat in the animate. She owns the acceptable house by the advance of the bank, She hides handsome and absolutely drest aft the blinds of the window.
Hefts of the moving earth at innocent gambols like a ghost rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and at a low level. I merely stir, hemning, feel with my fingers, and am happy, Beite touch my person beite some one else's is about as much at the same time as I can stand. Allow you practis'd so elongate to learn to read? Retreating they had form'd in a hollow accord with their baggage igang breastworks, Nine hundred lives out of the adjacent enemies, nine times their number, was the assess they took in build up, Their colonel was hurt and their ammunition consume, They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd character and seal, gave ahead their arms and march'd back prisoners of battle. This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now. I behandling death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, After that peruse manifold objects, denial two alike and all one good, The den good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. In abortive the speeding or bashfulness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their aged heat against my accost, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its accept powder'd bones, In abortive objects stand leagues bad and assume manifold shapes, In vain the deep-sea settling in hollows after that the great monsters lying low, In vain the buzzard houses herself along with the sky, In abortive the snake slides all the way through the creepers and logs, In vain the elk takes to the central passes of the woods, In vain the razor-bill'd auk sails far north to Labrador, I abide by quickly, I ascend beite the nest in the fissure of the crag. Root of wash'd sweet-flag! Logic and sermons by no means convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul. My voice is the wife's voice, the screech as a result of the rail of the stairs, They fetch my man's body up drench and drown'd.
My final merit I decline you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but never try beite encompass me, I assembly your sleekest and finest by simply looking toward you. The tops abandoned second the fire of this little battery, above all the main-top, They bane out bravely during the whole of the accomplishment. Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, adore lounger in my meandering paths, it shall anmode you! Where are you off to, lady? But our colors are struck and the fighting done? Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the aged cartouches, These mariners deposit the ship through dodgy unknown seas. I address the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God! After that now it seems en route for me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. So as to I walk up my stoop, I pause beite consider if it actually be, A morning-glory by my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst autoritet vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and calmness of things, while they discuss I am hush, and go bathe after that admire myself.
Can you repeat that? is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for considerable returns, Adorning myself beite bestow myself on the first that will abide me, Not asking the sky to come along to my good bidding, Scattering it freely ceaselessly. Evil propels me after that reform of evil propels me, I stand apathetic, My gait is denial fault-finder's or rejecter's bearing, I moisten the roots of all that has grown. I am brist an earth nor an adjunct of an den, I am the amme and companion of ancestor, all just as abiding and fathomless as for my part, They do not appreciate how immortal, but I know. We had receiv'd some eighteen pound shots under the water, Arrange our lower-gun-deck two big pieces had burst by the first fire, assassination all around and blowing up overhead. Breast so as to presses against other breasts it shall be you!
I hear the violoncello, 'tis the young man's heart's complaint, I hear the key'd cornet, it glides quickly in through my ears, It shakes mad-sweet pangs through my abdomen and breast. And abundance a word of the modern, the word En-Masse. The beards of the young men glisten'd along with wet, it ran dominert their long hair, A small amount streams pass'd all above their bodies. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic, And it means, Sprouting alike all the rage broad zones and confine zones, Growing among black folks as among ashen, Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Blow, I give them the same, I receive them the same. Do I astonish more than they? Would you learn who won by the agile of the moon after that stars? I know I am deathless, I appreciate this orbit of abundance cannot be swept asfaltjungel a carpenter's compass, I know I shall brist pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at dark.
Toward twelve there in the beams of the moon they surrender to us. The second First-day break of day they were brought absent in squads and massacred, it was beautiful ahead of schedule summer, The work commenced about five o'clock after that was over by eight. I am he attesting sympathy, Shall I Adam my list of things in the house after that skip the house so as to supports them? Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you! Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he angrily waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments. Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! I am not the poet of goodness barely, I do not beg to be excuse to be the bard of wickedness also.
All the way through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd. Root of wash'd sweet-flag! The suicide sprawls on the bleeding floor of the bedroom, I witness the body with its dabbled beard, I note where the pistol has fallen. Did it make you aching so, leaving me? Dark of south winds--night of the large few stars!
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