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320  I reëxamine philosophies and religions, They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove
 * at all under the spacious clouds, and along the
 * landscape and flowing currents.

Here is realization, Here is a man tallied—he realizes here what he has
 * in him,

The animals, the past, the future, light, space,
 * majesty, love, if they are vacant of you, you
 * are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes; Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me? Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for
 * you and me?

Here is adhesiveness—it is not previously fashioned
 * —it is apropos;

Do you know what it is, as you pass, to be loved by
 * strangers?

Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

Here is the efflux of the Soul, The efflux of the Soul comes through beautiful gates
 * of laws, provoking questions;

These yearnings, why are they? These thoughts in
 * the darkness, why are they?

Why are there men and women that while they are
 * nigh me, the sun-light expands my blood?

Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink
 * flat and lank?

Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and
 * melodious thoughts descend upon me?