We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun, We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.
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For I see you, You splash in the water there, yet stay stock still in your room.
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Shaded ledges and rests it shall be you!
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I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.
By the city's quadrangular houses-in log huts, camping with lumber-men, Along the ruts of the turnpike, along the dry gulch and rivulet bed, Weeding my onion-patch or hosing rows of carrots and parsnips, crossing savannas, trailing in forests, Prospecting, gold-digging, girdling the trees.
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath'd earth!