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Leaves of Grass.

We are what the flowing wet of the Tennessee is—
we are two peaks of the Blue Mountains, rising
up in Virginia,
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above and
look down,
We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance
ourselves orbic and stellar—we are as two
comets;
We prowl fanged and four-footed in the woods—we
spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving
overhead,
We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful
waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting
each other,
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive,
pervious, impervious,
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness—we are each
product and influence of the globe,
We have circled and circled till we have arrived
home again—we two have,
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our
own joy.


8.

Native moments! when you come upon me—Ah
you are here now!
Give me now libidinous joys only!
Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
coarse and rank!
To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings—to-night
too,