All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Not a moment's cease, The leaks gain fast on the pumps, the fire eats toward the powder-magazine.
Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?This is the city and I am one of the citizens, Whatever interests the rest interests me, politics, wars, markets, newspapers, schools, The mayor and councils, banks, tariffs, steamships, factories, stocks, stores, real estate and personal estate.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.2, houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes, I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it, The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let.And what do you think has become of the women and children?52 The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.12 The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!
47 I am the teacher of athletes, He that by me spreads a wider breast than my own proves the width of my own, He most honors my style who learns under it to destroy the teacher.
My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.
15 The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank, the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with.
Still nodding night-mad naked summer night.
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