Walt Whitman
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The 1855 edition of Leaves of Grass, in order, little by little, over and over.
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But as soon as you sleep and renew yourself in sweet clothes I will certainly kiss you with my goodbye kiss and open the gate for your egress hence.
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Here are biscuits to eat and here is milk to drink,
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I answer that I cannot answer .... you must find out for yourself.
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You are also asking me questions, and I hear you;
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And my spirit said No, we level that lift to pass and continue beyond.
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And I said to my spirit, When we become the enfolders of those orbs and the pleasure and knowledge of every thing in them, shall we be filled and satisfied then?
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This day before dawn I ascended a hill and looked at the crowded heaven,
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For after we start we never lie by again.
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And in due time you shall repay the same service to me;
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If you tire, give me both burdens, and rest the chuff of your hand on my hip,
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Wonderful cities and free nations we shall fetch as we go.
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Shoulder your duds, and I will mine, and let us hasten forth;
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Perhaps it is every where on water and on land.
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Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know,
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It is not far .... it is within reach,
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You must travel it for yourself.
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Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
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My right hand points to landscapes of continents, and a plain public road.
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My left hand hooks you round the waist,
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But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,
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I lead no man to a dinner-table or library or exchange,
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I have no chair, nor church nor philosophy;
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No friend of mine takes his case in my chair,
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My signs are a rain-proof coat and good shoes and a staff cut from the woods;