The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
Who wishes to walk with me?
A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.I but use you a minute, then slot spel för riktiga pengar hus I resign you, stallion, Why do I need your paces when I myself out-gallop them?Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?Down-hearted doubters dull and excluded, Frivolous, sullen, moping, angry, affected, dishearten'd, atheistical, I know every one of you, I know the sea of torment, doubt, despair and unbelief.12 The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.6 A child said What is the grass?Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip, And in due time you shall repay the same service to me, For after we start we never lie by again.One world is aware and by far the largest to me, and that is myself, And whether I come to my own to-day or in ten thousand or ten million years, I can cheerfully take it now, or with equal cheerfulness I can wait.Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.46 I know I have the best of time and space, and was never measured and never will be measured.
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.Will you speak before I am gone?Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes.What are you doing?Unscrew the locks from the doors!And to those whose war-vessels sank in the sea!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.For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and keep watch, It is I let out in the morning and barr'd at night.Where are you off to, lady?
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.