I but use you a minute, then I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?
In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!
One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.10 Alone far in the wilds download gratis gokkasten 9300 and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and each moment then, In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass, I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one.Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well entretied, braced in the beams, Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical, I and this mystery here we stand.18 With music strong I come, with my cornets and my drums, I play not marches for accepted victors only, I play marches for conquer'd and slain persons.Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that, Count ever so much, there is limitless time around that.O welcome, ineffable grace of dying days!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.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.Whimpering and truckling fold with powders for invalids, conformity goes to the fourth-remov'd, I wear my hat as I please indoors or out.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.
You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also.
It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.My ties and ballasts leave me, my elbows rest in sea-gaps, I skirt sierras, my palms cover continents, I am afoot with my vision.I speak the pass-word primeval, I give the sign of democracy, By God!Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.In the houses the dishes and fare and furniture-but the host and hostess, and the look out of their eyes?Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?(The moth and the fish-eggs are in their place, The bright suns I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place, The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.) 17 These are really the thoughts.What are you doing?Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!
I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the in the woods never studied the.