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10 Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt, Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee, In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night, Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game, Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with.
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If our colors are struck and the fighting done?
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I tramp a perpetual journey, (come listen all!) My signs are a rain-proof coat, good shoes, and a staff cut from the woods, No friend of mine takes his ease in my chair, I have no chair, no church, no philosophy, I lead no man.
It is not far, it is within reach, Perhaps you have been on it since you were born and did not know, Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land.
Now I see it is true, what I guess'd at, What I guess'd when I loaf'd on the grass, What I guess'd while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walk'd the beach under the paling stars of the morning.The transit to and from the magazine is now stopt by the sentinels, They see so many strange faces they do not know whom to trust.Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!In at the conquer'd doors they crowd!O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.