What beauty there is in words; what a lurking curious charm in the sound some words.
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines.
You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...
I speak the password primeval; I give the sign of democracy.
In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.
Clear and sweet is my soul, clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.