What is commonest, cheapest, nearest, easiest, is Me, Me going in for my chances, spending for vast returns, Adorning myself to bestow myself on the first that will take me, Not asking the sky to come down to my good will, Scattering it freely forever.
Hang your whole weight upon.
Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.27 To be in any form, what is that?If I worship one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, Translucent mould of me it shall be you!The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early and stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us that day round the chowder-kettle.I ascend from the moon, I ascend from the night, I perceive that the ghastly glimmer is noonday sunbeams reflected, And debouch to the steady and central from the offspring great or small.Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.Only three guns are in use, One is directed by the captain himself against the enemy's main-mast, Two well serv'd with grape and canister silence his musketry and clear his decks.Distant and dead resuscitate, They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself.I am satisfied-I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall.You seem to look for something at my hands, Say, old top-knot, what do you want?You my rich blood!I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!
What is known I strip away, I launch all men and women forward with me into the Unknown.