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36 O vapors! I think I have
risen with you, and moved
away to
distant continents, and fallen down there,
for reasons;
I think I have blown with you, O winds;
O waters, I have finger'd every shore with you.
37 I have run through what
any river or strait of the
globe has run
through;
I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and on the highest embedded rocks, to cry thence.
38 Salut au Monde!
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I pen- etrate those cities myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.
39 Toward all,
I raise high the perpendicular hand — I make the signal,
To remain after me in sight forever,
For all the haunts and homes of men.
I think I have blown with you, O winds;
O waters, I have finger'd every shore with you.
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I have taken my stand on the bases of peninsulas, and on the highest embedded rocks, to cry thence.
38 Salut au Monde!
What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I pen- etrate those cities myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.
39 Toward all,
I raise high the perpendicular hand — I make the signal,
To remain after me in sight forever,
For all the haunts and homes of men.
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