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313 For all that, I may now be watching you here, this
 * moment;

For the future, with determined will, I seek—the
 * woman of the future,

You, born years, centuries after me, I seek.



and ages, returning at intervals, Undestroyed, wandering immortal, Lusty, phallic, with the potent original loins, perfectly
 * sweet,

I, chanter of Adamic songs, Through the new garden, the West, the great cities,
 * calling,

Deliriate, thus prelude what is generated, offering
 * these, offering myself,

Bathing myself, bathing my songs in sex, Offspring of my loins.



! O hymenee! Why do you tantalize me thus? O why sting me for a swift moment only? Why can you not continue? O why do you now
 * cease?

Is it because, if you continued beyond the swift
 * moment, you would soon certainly kill me?