250.Askers embody themselves in me, and I am embodied
in them,
I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.
251.Enough—I bring such to a close,
Rise extatic through all, sweep with the true gravitation,
The whirling and whirling elemental within me.
252.Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head, slumbers,
dreams, gaping,
I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
253.That I could forget the mockers and insults!
That I could forget the trickling tears, and the blows
of the bludgeons and hammers!
That I could look with a separate look on my own
crucifixion and bloody crowning.
254.I remember now,
I resume the overstaid fraction,
The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided
to it, or to any graves,
Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me.
255.I troop forth replenished with supreme power, one of
an average unending procession,
We walk the roads of the six North Eastern States,
and of Virginia, Wisconsin, Manhattan Island,
Philadelphia, New Orleans, Texas, Charleston,
Havana, Mexico,
Inland and by the sea-coast and boundary lines, and
we pass all boundary lines.
