I know not,
care not,
for I deem no shame to hold men and women,
flowers,
and trees and stars the same,
Myself,
as these,
one atom in the whole.
I do not hunger for a well-stored mind,
I only wish to live my life,
and find my heart in unison with all mankind.
My life is like a single star,
that trembles on the horizon's
primrose-bar,---
A microcosm where all things living are.
And if,
among the noiseless grasses,
Death should come behind and take away my breath,
I should not rise as one who sorroweth;
The light is flying;
in the silver-blue
the young moon shines from her bright window through :
The mowers are all gone, and I go too.
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