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						Darest Thou Now, O Soul. by Walt Whitman 
						
						1 DAREST thou now, O Soul,  Walk out with me toward the Unknown Region,  Where neither ground is for the feet, nor any path to follow?     2 No map, there, nor guide,  Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand, Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.     3 I know it not, O Soul;  Nor dost thou—all is a blank before us;  All waits, undream’d of, in that region—that inaccessible land.     4 Till, when the ties loosen, All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,  Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us.     5 Then we burst forth—we float,  In Time and Space, O Soul—prepared for them;  Equal, equipt at last—(O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfil, O Soul.						 
						
						
						
						
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