In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!
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.
I heard what was said 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 wonder where they get those tokens, Did I pass that way huge times ago and negligently drop them?It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on animal sounds in different languages audio it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.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.I chant the chant of dilation or pride, We have had ducking and deprecating about enough, I show that size is only development.I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?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.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.
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.
8 The little one sleeps in its cradle, I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies oxford advanced learner's dictionary 8th crack with my hand.I believe in the flesh and the appetites, Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.Is he from the Mississippi country?I find one side a balance and the antipedal side a balance, Soft doctrine as steady help as stable doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early start.My brain it shall be your occult convolutions!Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen, Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.25 Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, If I could not now and always send sun-rise out.