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310 We are what the flowing wet of the Tennessee is—
 * we are two peaks of the Blue Mountains, rising
 * up in Virginia,

We are two predatory hawks—we soar above and
 * look down,

We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance
 * ourselves orbic and stellar—we are as two
 * comets;

We prowl fanged and four-footed in the woods—we
 * spring on prey;

We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving
 * overhead,

We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful
 * waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting
 * each other,

We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive,
 * pervious, impervious,

We are snow, rain, cold, darkness—we are each
 * product and influence of the globe,

We have circled and circled till we have arrived
 * home again—we two have,

We have voided all but freedom, and all but our
 * own joy.



moments! when you come upon me—Ah
 * you are here now!

Give me now libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life
 * coarse and rank!

To-day, I go consort with nature's darlings—to-night
 * too,