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66 I may have passed that way untold times ago, and
 * negligently dropt them,

Myself moving forward then and now forever, Gathering and showing more always and with
 * velocity,

Infinite and omnigenous, and the like of these among
 * them,

Not too exclusive toward the reachers of my
 * remembrancers,

Picking out here one that I love, to go with on
 * brotherly terms.

A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive
 * to my caresses,

Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes well apart, full of sparkling wickedness—ears
 * finely cut, flexibly moving.

His nostrils dilate, as my heels embrace him, His well-built limbs tremble with pleasure, as we
 * speed around and return.

I but use you a moment, then I resign you stallion, Why do I need your paces, when I myself out-gallop
 * them?

Even, as I stand or sit, passing faster than you.

O swift wind! Space! my Soul! now I know it is
 * true, what I guessed at,

What I guessed when I loafed on the grass, What I guessed while I lay alone in my bed, And again as I walked the beach under the paling
 * stars of the morning.