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304 I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long
 * accumulated within me.

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself, In you I wrap a thousand onward years, On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and
 * of America,

The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and
 * athletic girls, new artists, musicians, and singers,

The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in
 * their turn,

I shall demand perfect men and women out of my
 * love-spendings,

I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others, as I
 * and you interpenetrate now,

I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of
 * them, as I count on the fruits of the gushing
 * showers I give now,

I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,
 * immortality, I plant so lovingly now.



me, Nature, The loving day, the friend I am happy with, The arm of my friend hanging idly over my shoulder, The hill-side whitened with blossoms of the mountain
 * ash,

The same, late in autumn—the gorgeous hues of red,
 * yellow, drab, purple, and light and dark green,