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Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt
Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; |
| Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; |
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Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the
leaves to rustle for you, do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you. |
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My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I
charge you that you make preparation to be worthy to meet me, |
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And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till
I come. |
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Till then, I salute you with a significant look, that
you do not forget me. |