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Rh O I am so wonderful! I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the
 * cause of my faintest wish,

Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause
 * of the friendship I take again.

That I walk up my stoop, I pause to consider if it
 * really be,

That I eat and drink is spectacle enough for the great
 * authors and schools,

A morning-glory at my window satisfies me more than
 * the metaphysics of books.

To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous
 * shadows,

The air tastes good to my palate.

Hefts of the moving world, at innocent gambols,
 * silently rising, freshly exuding,

Scooting obliquely high and low.

Something I cannot see puts upward libidinous
 * prongs,

Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven.

The earth by the sky staid with—the daily close of
 * their junction,

The heaved challenge from the east that moment over
 * my head,

The mocking taunt. See then whether you shall be
 * master!