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My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
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What have you to confide to me?Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?Did it make you ache so, leaving me?Our foe was no sulk in his ship I tell you, (said he His was the surly English pluck, and there is no tougher or truer, and never was, and never will be; Along the lower'd eve he came horribly raking.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.All I mark as my own you shall offset it with your own, Else it were time lost listening.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.And mine a word of the modern, the word En-Masse.Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A scented gratis ingen strenger festet dato område gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see and remark, and say Whose?Fighting at sun-down, fighting at dark, Ten o'clock at night, the full moon well up, our leaks on 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.Behavior lawless as snow-flakes, words simple as grass, uncomb'd head, laughter, and naivete, Slow-stepping feet, common features, common modes and emanations, They descend in new forms from the tips of his fingers, They are wafted with the odor of his body or breath, they fly.I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?