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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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DAREST THOU NOW O SOUL.
Walk out with me toward the unknown region, |
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow? |
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, |
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land. |
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us, |
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land. |
Till when the ties loosen, |
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space, |
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us. |
Then we burst forth, we float, |
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them, |
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil O
soul.
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