Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.
The second First-day morning they were brought out in squads and massacred, it was beautiful early summer, The work commenced about five o'clock and was over by eight.
The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.
Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep-I sleep long.
None obey'd the command to kneel, Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers.Back to top DayPoems Poem.My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.She owns the fine house by the rise of the bank, She hides handsome and richly drest aft the blinds of the window.By the city's quadrangular houses-in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees.Does the early redstart twittering through the woods?And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?
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I anchor my ship for a little while only, My messengers continually cruise away or bring their returns.
I do not call one greater and one smaller, That which fills its period and place is equal to any.
My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.Agonies are one of my changes of garments, I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person, My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.Births have brought us richness and variety, kortspillet casino zealand And other births will bring us richness and variety.Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!