Gliding oer all$$$ through all$$$<br>Through Nature$$$ Time$$$ and Space$$$<br>As a ship on the waters advancing$$$<br>The voyage of the soul$$$ not life alone$$$<br>Death$$$ many deaths I'll sing.

From this hour$$$ freedom! Going where I like$$$ my own master...

The past and the present wilt. I have filld them$$$ emptied them$$$<br>And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

Solitary the thrush$$$<br>The hermit withdrawn to himself$$$ avoiding the settlements$$$<br>Sings by himself a song.<br>Song of the bleeding throat!

You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.

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

And as to you life$$$ I reckon you are the leavings of many deaths$$$ <br>No doubt I have died myself ten thousand times before.

Now I will do nothing but listen<br>to accrue what I hear into this song.<br>To let sounds contribute toward it.<br>I hear the sound I love.<br>The sound of the human voice.<br>I hear all sounds running together.

I henceforth tread the world$$$ chaste$$$ temperate$$$ an early riser$$$ a steady grower.

You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin$$$ or even vagueness - ignorance$$$ credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things.