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362 As if I were not puzzled at myself! Or as if I never deride myself! (O conscience-struck!
 * O self-convicted!)

Or as if I do not secretly love strangers! (O tenderly,
 * a long time, and never avow it ;)

Or as if I did not see, perfectly well, interior in
 * myself, the stuff of wrong-doing,

Or as if it could cease transpiring from me until it must cease.



him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he
 * was dead,

And I dreamed I went where they had buried him I
 * love—but he was not in that place,

And I dreamed I wandered, searching among burial-places,
 * to find him,

And I found that every place was a burial-place, The houses full of life were equally full of death,
 * (This house is now,)

The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement,
 * the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta,
 * were as full of the dead as of the living,

And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the
 * living;

—And what I dreamed I will henceforth tell to every
 * person and age,

And I stand henceforth bound to what I dreamed; And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and
 * dispense with them,