Sleep-I and they keep guard all night, Not doubt, not decease shall dare to lay finger upon you, I have embraced you, and henceforth possess you to myself, And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you.
I also say it is good to fall, battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.
I am he attesting sympathy, (Shall I make my list of things in the house and skip the house that supports them?) I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also.Behold, I do not give lectures or a little charity, When I give I give myself.My head slues round on my neck, Music rolls, but not from the organ, Folks are around me, but they are no household of mine.If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read.In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!Broad muscular fields, branches of live oak, loving lounger in my winding paths, it shall be you!Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.And as to you Life I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths, (No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.) I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven, O suns-O grass of graves-O perpetual transfers and promotions, If you.Have you reckon'd the earth much?Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?The runaway slave came to my house and stopt outside, I heard his motions crackling the twigs of the woodpile, Through the swung half-door of the kitchen I saw him limpsy and weak, And went where he sat on a log and led him.The Yankee clipper is under her sky-sails, she cuts the sparkle and scud, My eyes settle the land, I bend at her prow or shout joyously from the deck.
40 Flaunt of the sunshine I need not your bask-lie over!