
| O LIVING always—always dying! |
| O the burials of me past and present! |
| O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! |
| O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not,— I am content;) |
| O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them! |
| To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind! |