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62 Deluding my confusion with the calm of the sun-light
 * and pasture-fields,

Immodestly sliding the fellow-senses away, They bribed to swap off with touch, and go and graze
 * at the edges of me,

No consideration, no regard for my draining strength
 * or my anger,

Fetching the rest of the herd around to enjoy them
 * a while,

Then all uniting to stand on a headland and worry
 * me.

The sentries desert every other part of me, They have left me helpless to a red marauder, They all come to the headland, to witness and assist
 * against me.

I am given up by traitors, I talk wildly—I have lost my wits—I and nobody
 * else am the greatest traitor,

I went myself first to the headland—my own hands
 * carried me there.

You villain touch! what are you doing? My breath
 * is tight in its throat,

Unclench your floodgates! you are too much for me.

Blind, loving, wrestling touch! sheathed, hooded,
 * sharp-toothed touch!

Did it make you ache so, leaving me?

Parting, tracked by arriving—perpetual payment of
 * perpetual loan,