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My rendezvous is appointed, it is certain, The Lord will be there and no deposit casino bonus usa wait till I come on perfect terms, The great Camerado, the lover true for whom I pine will be there.
What behaved well in the past or behaves well to-day is not such wonder, The wonder is always and always how there can be a mean man or an infidel.
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.What are you doing?Earth of departed sunset-earth of the mountains misty-topt!Whatever goes to the tilth of me it shall be you!Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?I do not know what it is any more than.I resign myself to you also-I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land.I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach'd till you felt.Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait.We have thus far exhausted trillions of winters and summers, There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.I wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?Perhaps I might tell more.Far-swooping elbow'd earth-rich apple-blossom'd earth!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.Look to your arms!Root of wash'd sweet-flag!My breath is tight in its throat, Unclench your floodgates, you are too much for.Even as I stand or sit passing faster than you.