It cannot fall the young man who died and was buried, Nor the young woman who died and was put by his side, Nor the little child that peep'd in at the door, and then drew back and was never seen again, Nor the old.
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
43 I do not despise you priests, all time, the world over, My faith is the greatest of faiths and the least of faiths, Enclosing worship ancient and modern and all between ancient and modern, Believing I shall come again upon the earth after five.
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Root of wash'd sweet-flag!Again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the clot Mind not me-mind-the entrenchments.I do not know what is untried and afterward, But I know it will in its turn prove sufficient, and cannot fail.My riktigt kasino slots gratis ipod voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach, With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.I go hunting polar furs and the seal, leaping chasms with a pike-pointed staff, clinging to topples of brittle and blue.(Only what proves itself to every man and woman is so, Only what nobody denies.) A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps, And a compend of compends is the meat.I hear the chorus, it is a grand opera, Ah this indeed is music-this suits.I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket, The driver thinking of me does not mind the jolt of his wagon, The young mother and old mother comprehend me, The girl and the wife rest the needle.I help myself to material and immaterial, No guard can shut me off, no law prevent.The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.