junstin

I CELEBRATE myself and sing myself; And what I assume you shall assume; For every atom belonging to me, as good belongs to you. I loaf and invite my Soul; I lean and loaf at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes--the shelves are crowded with perfumes; I breathe the fragrance myself, and know it and like it; The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume--it has no taste of the distillation--it is odorless; It is for my mouth forever--I am in love with it; 10 I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked; I am mad for it to be in contact with me.