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82 Askers embody themselves in me, and I am embodied
 * in them,

I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg.

Enough—I bring such to a close, Rise extatic through all, sweep with the true gravitation, The whirling and whirling elemental within me.

Somehow I have been stunned. Stand back!
 * Give me a little time beyond my cuffed head, slumbers,
 * dreams, gaping,

I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.

That I could forget the mockers and insults! That I could forget the trickling tears, and the blows
 * of the bludgeons and hammers!

That I could look with a separate look on my own
 * crucifixion and bloody crowning.

I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction, The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided
 * to it, or to any graves,

Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me.

I troop forth replenished with supreme power, one of
 * an average unending procession,

We walk the roads of the six North Eastern States,
 * and of Virginia, Wisconsin, Manhattan Island,
 * Philadelphia, New Orleans, Texas, Charleston,
 * Havana, Mexico,

Inland and by the sea-coast and boundary lines, and
 * we pass all boundary lines.