This is the meal equally set,
this the meat for natural hunger,
It is for the wicked just same as the righteous,
I make appoints with all,
I will not have a single person slighted or left away,
The kept-woman, sponger, thief, are hereby invitesd;
The shall be not difference between them and the rest.
This is the press of a bashful hand, this the float and odor of hair,
This is the touch of my lips to yours, this the murmur of yearing,
This the far-off depth and height reflecting my own face,
This the thoughful merge of my self, and the oulet again.
¿Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?
Well I have, for the fourth-month showers have,
and the mica on the side of a rock has.
Do you have it I would astonish?
Does the daylight astonish?
Does the early redstart twittweing through the woods?
Do I astonish more than they?
This hour I tell things in conference,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.