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brawn, it shall be you!
    Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it shall be you!
    Sun so generous it shall be you!
    Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
    You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!
    Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall
    be you!
    Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!
    Hands I have taken, face I have kiss’d, mortal I have ever touch’d, it shall be you.
    I dote on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious,
    Each moment and whatever happens thrills me with joy,
    I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish,
    Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again.
    That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it really be,
    A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than the metaphysics of books.
    To behold the day-break!
    The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows,
    The air tastes good to my palate.
    Hefts of the moving world at innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding,
    Scooting obliquely high and low.
    Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs,
    Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.
    The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction,
    The heav’d challenge from the east that moment over my head,
    The mocking taunt. See then whether you shall be master!

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    I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars,
    And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
    And the tree-toad is a chef-d’oeuvre for the highest,
    And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
    And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
    And the cow crunching with depress’d head surpasses any statue,
    And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.
    I find I incorporate gneiss, coal, long-threaded moss, fruits, grains, esculent roots,
    And am stucco’d with quadrupeds and birds all over,
    And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,
    But call any thing back again when I desire it.
    In vain the speeding or shyness,
    n vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach,
    In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder’d bones,
    In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes,
    In vain the ocean settling in hollows and the great monsters lying low,
    In vain the buzzard houses herself with the sky,
    In vain the snake slides through the creepers and logs,
    In vain the elk takes to the inner passes of the woods,
    In vain the razor-bill’d auk sails far north to Labrador,
    I follow quickly, I ascend to the nest in the fissure of the cliff.

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    I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contain’d,
    I stand and look at them long and long.
    They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
    They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
    They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
    Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
    Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
    Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
    So they show their relations to me and I accept them,
    They bring me tokens of myself, they evince them plainly in their possession.
    I wonder where they get those tokens,
    Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?
    Myself moving forward then and now and forever,
    Gathering and showing more always and with velocity,
    Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among them,
    Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my remembrancers,
    Picking out here one that I love, and now go with him on brotherly terms.
    A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses,
    Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears,
    Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground,
    Eyes full of sparkling