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Leaves of Grass.

365.Will you speak before I am gone? Will you prove
already too late?

366.The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he
complains of my gab and my loitering.

367.I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

368.The last scud of day holds back for me,
It flings my likeness, after the rest, and true as any,
on the shadowed wilds,
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

369.I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the
run-away sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
 
370.I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from
the grass I love,
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-
soles.

371.You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

372.Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged,
Missing me one place, search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.