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Serene stands the little captain, He is not hurried, his voice is neither high nor low, His eyes give more light to us than our battle-lanterns.
I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.27 To be in any form, what is that?In vain the speeding or shyness, In vain the plutonic rocks send their old heat against my approach, In vain the mastodon retreats beneath its own powder'd bones, In vain objects stand leagues off and assume manifold shapes, In vain the ocean settling in hollows.Old age superbly rising!And what is life?The smoke of my own breath, Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love-root, silk-thread, crotch and vine, My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs, The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore.List to the yarn, as my grandmother's father the sailor told it.I am enamour'd of growing out-doors, Of men that live among cattle or taste of the ocean or woods, Of the builders and steerers of ships and the wielders of axes and mauls, and the drivers of horses, I can eat and sleep with them.O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.I follow you whoever you are from the present hour, My words itch at your ears till you understand them.Sea of stretch'd ground-swells, Sea breathing broad and convulsive breaths, Sea of the brine of life and of unshovell'd yet always-ready graves, Howler and scooper of storms, capricious and dainty sea, I am integral with you, I too am of one phase and of all.Sermons, creeds, theology-but the fathomless human brain, And what is reason?28 Is this then a touch?50 There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know it is.Why should I pray?All forces have been steadily employ'd to complete and delight me, Now on this spot I stand with my robust soul.Long have you timidly waded holding a plank by the shore, Now I will you to be a bold swimmer, To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.


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