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Rh (I think they hang there winter and summer on those
 * trees, and always drop fruit as I pass;)

What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers? What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his
 * side?

What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the
 * shore, as I walk by and pause?

What gives me to be free to a woman's or man's good-
 * will? What gives them to be free to mine?

The efflux of the Soul is happiness—here is
 * happiness,

I think it pervades the air, waiting at all times, Now it flows into us—we are rightly charged.

Here rises the fluid and attaching character; The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and
 * sweetness of man and woman,

The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and
 * sweeter every day out of the roots of themselves,
 * than it sprouts fresh and sweet continually
 * out of itself.

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the
 * sweat of the love of young and old,

From it falls distilled the charm that mocks beauty
 * and attainments,

Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of
 * contact.

Allons! Whoever you are, come travel with me! Travelling with me, you find what never tires.