O course of youth! Ever-push’d elasticity! O manhood, balanced, florid and full.
My enthusiasts suffocate me personally, Crowding my lips, dense within the skin skin pores of my epidermis, Jostling me personally through streets and public halls, coming nude in my opinion during the night, Crying by time, Ahoy! Through the stones associated with the river, moving and chirping over my mind, Calling my title from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every minute of my entire life, Bussing soft balsamic busses to my body, Noiselessly moving handfuls from their hearts and providing them with become mine.