The soldier camp'd or upon the march is mine, On the night ere the pending battle many seek me, and I do not fail them, On that solemn night (it may be their last) those that know me seek.
Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!Fetch stonecrop mixt with cedar and branches of lilac, This is the lexicographer, this the chemist, this made a grammar of the old cartouches, These mariners put the ship through dangerous unknown seas.The saints and sages in history-but you yourself?I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves, Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.26 Now I will do nothing but listen, To accrue what I hear into this song, to let sounds contribute toward.It is not chaos or death-it is form, union, plan-it is eternal life-it is Happiness.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.I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.
You are also asking me questions and I hear you, I answer that I cannot answer, you must find out for yourself.
Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
Be at peace bloody flukes of doubters and sullen mopers, I take my place among you as much as among any, The past is the push of you, me, all, precisely the same, And what is yet untried and afterward is for you, me, all.
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.
Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes.
Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.
All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.I heard what was said casino slots gratis ladda ner 100 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?I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth, I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and fathomless as myself, (They do not know how immortal, but I know.) Every kind for itself and its own, for.4 Trippers and askers surround me, People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and city I live in, or the nation, The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new, My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues.Look to your arms!To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it.Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!This minute that comes to me over the past decillions, There is no better than it and now.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.I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women, And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.