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Did you think Life was so well provided for, and Death, the purport
On every step bunches of ages, and larger bunches between the steps
Celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for
Unheard by sharpest ear, unformd in clearest eye or cunningest mind
Massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome
Eyes of my soul seeing perfection
Nor returnd that afternoon, nor the next
The sailors at work in the rigging or out astride the spars
Soon to be lost for aye in the darknessloth, O so loth to depart!

Underneath them and within them I see you lurk
Now ending well in death the splendid fever of thy deeds
Distant and dead resuscitate
En-masse really are
Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceasd their pacing
Counter and stool, the writing-pen of quill or metal, the making
Turn from lands retrospective recording proofs of the past
Up, or finishd
Still here I carry my old delicious burdens

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