"You Will Never Know" lyrics

I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,. The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel,.

Nicholas Sparks

You light surfaces only, I force surfaces and depths also. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end,. The young mechanic is closest to me, he knows me well,. I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,. Perhaps it is everywhere on water and on land. And in due time you shall repay the same service to me,. As the fare-collector goes through the train he gives notice by the jingling of loose change,.

Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me. I hope life treats you kindAnd I hope you have all you've dreamed ofAnd I wish to you, joy and happinessBut above all this, I wish you love.

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They show as the dial or move as the hands of me, I am the clock myself. Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me,. Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! To jump off in the midst of the sea, rise again, nod to me, shout, and laughingly dash with your hair.

But what do they do afterward? So they show their relations to me and I accept them,. I am not to be denied, I compel, I have stores plenty and to spare,.

I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand. But each man and each woman of you I lead upon a knoll,. I fly those flights of a fluid and swallowing soul,.

I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. In the late afternoon choosing a safe spot to pass the night,. Large, turbulent, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate,. Again to my listening ears the cannon responsive.

Song of Myself ( version) by Walt Whitman Poetry Foundation

The lithe sheer of their waists plays even with their massive arms,. On women fit for conception I start bigger and nimbler babes. Is this then a touch? Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest. I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you;. The canal boy trots on the tow-path, the book-keeper counts at his desk, the shoemaker waxes his thread,.

That they turn from gazing after and down the road,.

See ever so far, there is limitless space outside of that,. Hurrah for positive science! This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,. His nostrils dilate as my heels embrace him,. The breakup song of a generation. And when you rise in the morning you will find what I tell you is so.