Darest Thou Now, O Soul Walt Whitman

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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?                

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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.                

                                    

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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.                

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Till, when the ties loosen,

All but the ties eternal, Time and Space, 

Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds, bound us.                

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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 fulfill, O Soul.