(walt whitman, 1852)



Allons! the road is before us

It is safe, i have tried it

My own feet have tried it well

Be not detained



Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten

And the book on the shelf unopened

Let the tools remain in the workshop

Let the money remain unearned

Let the school stand

Mind not the cry of the teacher



Let the preacher preach in his pulpit

Let the lawyer plead in his court

And let the judge expound the law...



...let them!



Comerado! i give you my hand

I give you my love more precious than money

I give you myself before preaching and law



Will you give me yourself?

Will you come travel with me?

Will you give me yourself? hey!

Will you come travel with me?



Will we stick be each other?

As long as we live?

As long as we live?


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