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156   Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sun-rise      would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of      me.
157  We also ascend, dazzling and tremendous as the      sun;
We found our own, O my Soul, in the calm and cool      of the day-break.
158  My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach;
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and      volumes of worlds.
159  Speech is the twin of my vision — it is unequal to      measure itself;
It provokes me forever;
It says sarcastically, Walt, you contain enough — why      don't you let it out then?
160  Come now, I will not be tantalized — you conceive      too much of articulation.
161  Do you not know, O speech, how the buds beneath      you are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost;
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams;
I underlying causes, to balance them at last;
My knowledge my live parts — it keeping tally with      the meaning of things;
Happiness — which, whoever hears me, let him or her      set out in search of this day.
162  My final merit I refuse you — I refuse putting from      me what I really am;
Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me;
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking to-     ward you.
163   Writing and talk do not prove me;
I carry the plenum of proof, and everything else, in      my face;
With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skep-     tic.