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Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!
To cotton-field drudge or cleaner of privies I lean, On his right cheek I put the family kiss, And in my soul I swear I never will deny him.O unspeakable passionate love.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.Writing and talk do not prove me, I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face, With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.I am sorry for you, they are not murderous or jealous upon me, All has been gentle with me, I keep no account with lamentation, (What have I to do with lamentation?) I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things.Eleves, I salute you!Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?The little plentiful manikins skipping around in collars and tail'd coats I am aware who they are, (they are positively not worms or fleas I acknowledge the duplicates of myself, the weakest and shallowest is deathless with me, What I do and say the same.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.
Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!
I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contain'd between my hat and boots, And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good, The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good.
Through me forbidden voices, Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil, Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd.
Again the long roll of the drummers, Again the attacking cannon, mortars, Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.