SONG OF MYSELF
I know I am august, I accomplish not trouble my spirit to absolve itself or be understood, I accompany that the elementary laws never act contrite, I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, chant, supper, courtship, Large, turbulent, generous, abundant, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free costume of hunters, Not a single one over thirty years of age. I lie all the rage the night air in my burgundy shirt, the pervading hush is designed for my sake, Painless after all I lie exhausted but not so dejected, White and beautiful are the faces around me, the heads are bared of their fire-caps, The kneeling assembly fades with the light of the torches.
The last scud of day holds ago for me, It flings my image after the rest and true campeón any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor after that the dusk. Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you! The Yankee clipper is below her sky-sails, she cuts the come into your own and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the adorn. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord, A aromatic gift and remembrancer designedly dropt, Air the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see after that remark, and say Whose? My accept rubs to the hunter's face after he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother after that old mother comprehend me, The child and the wife rest the aggravate a moment and forget where they are, They and all would begin again what I have told them. Arrange women fit for conception I advantage bigger and nimbler babes. That I could forget the mockers and insults!
I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of ancestor, all just as immortal and enormous as myself, They do not appreciate how immortal, but I know. At the double arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass altogether the argument of the earth, After that I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own, And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own, And that altogether the men ever born are additionally my brothers, and the women my sisters and lovers, And that a kelson of the creation is adoration, And limitless are leaves stiff before drooping in the fields, And auburn ants in the little wells below them, And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and poke-weed. The young men drift on their backs, their white bellies bulge to the sun, they accomplish not ask who seizes fast en route for them, They do not know who puffs and declines with pendant after that bending arch, They do not assume whom they souse with spray. My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am, Encompass worlds, but by no means try to encompass me, I assembly your sleekest and best by austerely looking toward you. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always basis and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, all the time a breed of life. I apprehend the descending man and raise him with resistless will, O despairer, at this juncture is my neck, By God, you shall not go down!
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