Enough! enough! enough!
Somehow I have been stunn’d.
Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers, dreams, gaping, I discover myself on the verge of a usual mistake.
That I could forget the mockers and insults!
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the bludgeons and hammers!
That I could look with a separate look on my own crucifixion and bloody crowning!
I remember now, I resume the overstaid fraction,
The grave of rock multiplies what has been confided to it, or to any graves,
Corpses rise, gashes heal, fastenings roll from me.
I troop forth replenish’d with supreme power, one of an average unending procession,
- Inland and sea-coast we go, and pass all boundary lines,
- Our swift ordinances on their way over the whole earth,
- The blossoms we wear in our hats the growth of thousands of years.
Eleves, I salute you! come forward!
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