Why should I pray?
What do you think has become of the young and old men?
My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!
I know I am deathless, I know this orbit of mine cannot be swept by a carpenter's compass, I know I shall not pass like a child's carlacue cut with a burnt stick at night.Will you prove already too late?And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!34 Now I tell what spilleautomater i norge sverige I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!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.This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.Press close bare-bosom'd night-press close magnetic nourishing night!From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.Are you the President?The black ship mail'd with iron, her mighty guns in her turrets-but the pluck of the captain and engineers?Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.
What have you to confide to me?