I show that size is only development.

Have you outstript the rest? are you the President?

It is a trifle, they will more than arrive there everyone, and still pass on.

I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,

I call to the earth and sea, half-held by the night.

Press close bare-blossom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night!

Night of the South winds—night of the large few stars!

Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.

Smile, O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!

Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!