Page:Leaves of Grass (1860).djvu/65

153.O I am so wonderful!
I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the
cause of my faintest wish,
Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause
of the friendship I take again.

154.That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it
really be,
That I eat and drink is spectacle enough for the great
authors and schools,
A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than
the metaphysics of books.

155.To behold the day-break!
The little light fades the immense and diaphanous
shadows,
The air tastes good to my palate.

156.Hefts of the moving world, at innocent gambols,
silently rising, freshly exuding,
Scooting obliquely high and low.

157.Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous
prongs,
Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.

158.The earth by the sky staid with—the daily close of
their junction,
The heaved challenge from the east that moment over
my head,
The mocking taunt. See then whether you shall be
master!