13 September 2009

Whitman, Passage to India

O we can wait no longer,
we too take ship O soul,
Joyous we too launch out
on trackless seas,
Fearless for unknown shores
on waves of ecstasy to sail,
Amid the wafting winds,
(thou pressing me to thee, I thee to me, o soul,)
Caroling free, singing our song of God,
Chanting our chant of pleasant exploration
With laugh and many a kiss,
(Let others deprecate,
let others weep for sin, remorse, humiliation,)
O soul thou pleasest me, I thee
Ah more than any priest O soul
we too believe in God,
But with the mystery of God
we dare not dally.

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