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To My Soul


1AS nearing departure, As the time draws nigh, glooming from you, A cloud—a dread beyond, of I know not what, dark- 
 ens me.
2I 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.
3O 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 Man- 
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,
38*   [ begin page 450 ]ppp.01500.458.jpg The light touches, on my lips, of the lips of my com- 
 rades, at parting,
The tracks which I leave, upon the side-walks and  
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.
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