 | Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) |  |
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TO MY SOUL.
1.
As nearing departure,As the time draws nigh, glooming from you,
A cloud—a dread beyond, of I know not what, darkens me.
2.
I shall go forth,I shall traverse The States—but I cannot tell whither or how long;
Perhaps soon, some day or night while I am singing, my voice will suddenly cease.
3.
O Soul!Then all may arrive to but this;
The glances of my eyes, that swept the daylight,
The unspeakable love I interchanged with women,
My joys in the open air—my walks through the Mannahatta,
The continual good will I have met—the curious attachment of young men to me,
My reflections alone—the absorption into me from the landscape, stars, animals, thunder, rain, and snow, in my wanderings alone,
The words of my mouth rude, ignorant, arrogant—my many faults and derelictions.
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The tracks which I leave, upon the side-walks and fields,
May but arrive at this beginning of me,
This beginning of me—and yet it is enough, O Soul,
O Soul, we have positively appeared—that is enough.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |