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  <TITLE>Darest Thou Now O Soul</TITLE>
  <POET>Walt Whitman</POET>

  <STANZA>
    <VERSE>Darest thou now O soul,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Walk out with me toward the unknown region,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Where neither ground is for the feet nor
            any path to follow?</VERSE>
  </STANZA>
  <STANZA>
    <VERSE>No map there, nor guide,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Nor voice sounding, nor touch of
           human hand,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips,
           are in that land.</VERSE>
  </STANZA>
  <STANZA>
    <VERSE>I know it not O soul,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Nor dost thou, all is blank before us,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>All waits undream'd of in that region,
           that inaccessible land.</VERSE>
  </STANZA>
  <STANZA>
    <VERSE>Till when the ties loosen,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Nor darkness, gravitation, sense,
           nor any bounds bounding us.</VERSE>
  </STANZA>
  <STANZA>
    <VERSE>Then we burst forth, we float,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>In Time and Space O soul,
           prepared for them,</VERSE>
    <VERSE>Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!)
           them to fulfil O soul.</VERSE>
  </STANZA>

</POEM>

