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159.Dazzling and tremendous, how quick the sun-rise
would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out
of me.

160.We also ascend, dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
We found our own, O my Soul, in the calm and cool
of the day-break.

161.My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds, and
volumes of worlds.

162.Speech is the twin of my vision—it is unequal to
measure itself;
It provokes me forever,
It says sarcastically, Walt, you understand enough—
why don’t you let it out then?

163.Come now, I will not be tantalized—you conceive
too much of articulation.

164.Do you not know how the buds beneath are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams,
I underlying causes, to balance them at last,
My knowledge my live parts—it keeping tally with
the meaning of things,
Happiness—which; whoever hears me, let him or her
set out in search of this day.

165.My final merit I refuse you—I refuse putting from
me the best I am.