It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and fremmede spillemaskine bonus did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The air tastes good to my palate.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
And the numberless unknown heroes equal to the greatest heroes known!
Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age, Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.I heard what was said of the universe, Heard it and heard it of several thousand years; It is middling well as far as it goes-but is that all?Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.Vivas to those who have fail'd!I know I am solid and sound, To me the converging objects of the universe perpetually flow, All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in each others' arms.I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Ever the hard unsunk ground, Ever the eaters and drinkers, ever the upward and downward sun, ever the air and the ceaseless tides, Ever myself and my neighbors, refreshing, wicked, real, Ever the old inexplicable query, ever that thorn'd thumb, that breath of itches and.
50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.
And to those themselves who sank in the sea!
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.Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.I plead for my brothers and sisters.That I could forget the mockers and insults!Would you learn who won by the light of the moon and stars?