May-be one is now reading this who knows some wrong-doing of my past

As a ship on the waters advancing,The voyage of the soul–not life alone,Death, many deaths I’ll sing.

Full of common employments-full of grain and trees.O for the voices of animals-O for the swiftness and balance of fishes!O for the dropping of raindrops in a song!O for the sunshine and motion of waves in a song!O the joy of my spirit-it is uncaged-it darts like lightning!It is not enough to have this globe…

I heard what was said of the universe,Heard it and heard it of several thousand years;It is middling well as far as it goes—but is that all?Magnifying and applying come I,Outbidding at the start the old cautious hucksters,Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,Buying drafts of Osiris,…

summer;Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt in places, risinghigh;Broken, with rocks, with clinging cedars, with tall shapes, dingilyseen;The numerous camp-fires scatter’d near and far, some away up on themountain;The shadowy forms of men and horses, looming, large-sized flickering;And over all, the sky–the sky! far, far out of reach, studded,breaking out, the eternal stars.

matter?So the Body of me, to all I meet, or know.