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Rh O I will fetch bully breeds of children yet! I will dismiss myself from impassive women, I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with
 * those women that are warm-blooded and sufficient
 * for me;

I see that they understand me, and do not deny me, I see that they are worthy of me—I will be the robust
 * husband of those women.

They are not one jot less than I am, They are tanned in the face by shining suns and blowing
 * winds,

Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength, They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot,
 * run, strike, retreat, advance, resist, defend themselves,

They are ultimate in their own right—they are calm,
 * clear, well-possessed of themselves.

I draw you close to me, you women! I cannot let you go, I would do you good, I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our
 * own sake, but for others' sakes;

Enveloped in you sleep greater heroes and bards, They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women—I make my way, I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable—but I love
 * you,

I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you, I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for These
 * States—I press with slow rude muscle,

I brace myself effectually—I listen to no entreaties,