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356. I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word
unsaid,
It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.

357. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on,
To it the creation is the friend whose embracing
awakes me.

358. Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my
brothers and sisters.

359. Do you see, O my brothers and sisters?
It is not chaos or death—it is form, union, plan—it
is eternal life — it is happiness.

360. The past and present wilt—I have filled them, emptied
them,
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.

361. Listener up there! Here you! What have you to
confide to me?
Look in my face, while I snuff the sidle of evening,
Talk honestly—no one else hears you, and I stay
only a minute longer.

362. Do I contradict myself?
Very well, then, I contradict myself,
I am large—I contain multitudes.

363. I concentrate toward them that are nigh—I wait on
the door-slab.

364. Who has done his day's work? Who will soonest be
through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?