Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?
In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!
28 Is this then a touch?
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.23 Endless unfolding of words of ages!Eleves, I salute you!I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that english books for learning english live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.I do not know what it is any more than.29 Blind loving wrestling touch, sheath'd hooded sharp-tooth'd touch!A word of the faith that never balks, Here or henceforward it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.I understand the large hearts of heroes, The courage of present times and all times, How the skipper saw the crowded and rudderless wreck of the steamship, and Death chasing it up and down the storm, How he knuckled tight and gave not back.Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.You my rich blood!The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland to witness and assist against.My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
This is the geologist, this works with the scalper, and this is a mathematician.
And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.