Come my children, Come my boys and girls, my women, household and intimates, Now the performer launches his nerve, he has pass'd his prelude on the reeds within.
Why should I venerate and be ceremonious?
40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.12 The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or sharpens his knife at the stall in the market, I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.You sweaty brooks and dews it shall be you!Why should I wish to see God better than this day?Hurrah for positive science!You my rich blood!I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the greatest traitor, I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.34 Now I tell what I knew in Texas in my early youth, (I tell not the fall of Alamo, Not one escaped to tell the fall of Alamo, The hundred and fifty are dumb yet at Alamo 'Tis the tale of the murder.50 There is that in me-I do not know verkliga casino spel 5 euro gratis what it is-but I know it is.I will accept nothing which all cannot have their counterpart of on the same terms.My foothold is tenon'd and mortis'd in granite, I laugh at what you call dissolution, And I know the amplitude of time.What blurt is this about virtue and about vice?I am there, I help, I came stretch'd atop of the load, I felt its soft jolts, one leg reclined on the other, I jump from the cross-beams and seize the clover and timothy, And roll head over heels and tangle my hair full.I ascend to the foretruck, I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest, We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough, Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty, The enormous masses of ice pass me and.I do not ask who you are, that is not important to me, You can do nothing and be nothing but what I will infold you.Hands I have taken, face I have kiss'd, mortal I have ever touch'd, it shall be you.The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless, It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it, I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked, I am mad.I know I am august, I do not trouble my spirit to vindicate itself or be understood, I see that the elementary laws never apologize, (I reckon I behave no prouder than the level I plant my house by, after all.) I exist.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?
Unscrew the locks from the doors!