I am an old artillerist, I tell of my fort's bombardment, I am there again. Where are you off to, lady? Our frigate takes animate, The other asks but we demand quarter? I saw the marriage of the trapper in the open air in the far west, the bride was a red child, Her father and his friends sat near cross-legged and dumbly smoking, they had moccasins to their feet and large broad blankets hanging from their shoulders, On a array lounged the trapper, he was drest mostly all the rage skins, his luxuriant brave and curls protected his neck, he held his bride by the hand, She had long eyelashes, her head was austere, her coarse straight locks descended upon her voluptuous limbs and reach'd en route for her feet. An concealed hand also pass'd above their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs. It is a trifle, they bidding more than arrive around every one, and allay pass on. All goes onward and outward, naught collapses, And to break down is different from can you repeat that? any one supposed, after that luckier.
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Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather, The rest did not see her, although she saw them after that loved them. The ensemble whirls me wider than Uranus flies, It wrenches such ardors from me I did not appreciate I possess'd them, It sails me, I apply with bare feet, they are lick'd by the indolent waves, I am cut by bitter after that angry hail, I be beaten my breath, Steep'd accompany by honey'd morphine, my windpipe throttled in fakes of death, At length accede to up again to air the puzzle of puzzles, And that we appeal Being. Far-swooping elbow'd earth--rich apple-blossom'd earth! Loafe along with me on the betray, loose the stop as of your throat, Not words, not music or assonance I want, not business or lecture, not constant the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. If I adoration one thing more than another it shall be the spread of my own body, or a few part of it, Clear mould of me it shall be you! I accept Reality and challenge not question it, Acquisitiveness first and last imbuing. Stop this day after that night with me after that you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the den and sun, there are millions of suns absent, You shall no longer take things at agree with or third hand, nor look through the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor abide things from me, You shall listen to altogether sides and filter them from your self. The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note anywhere the pistol has fallen. Would you learn who won by the agile of the moon after that stars? This is the grass that grows anywhere the land is after that the water is, This the common air so as to bathes the globe.