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below me! I watch you, face to face; Clouds of the west! sun there half an hour high! I
 * see you also face to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes!
 * how curious you are to me!

On the ferry-boats, the hundreds and hundreds that
 * cross, returning home, are more curious to me
 * than you suppose,

And you that shall cross from shore to shore years
 * hence, are more to me, and more in my meditations,
 * than you might suppose.

The impalpable sustenance of me from all things, at
 * all hours of the day,

The simple, compact, well-joined scheme—myself
 * disintegrated, every one disintegrated, yet part
 * of the scheme,

The similitudes of the past, and those of the future, The glories strung like beads on my smallest sights
 * and hearings—on the walk in the street, and
 * the passage over the river, (379)