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Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature;
Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; 
Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you, and the leaves to rustle for you, 
	do my words refuse to glisten and rustle for you. 
 
My girl, I appoint with you an appointment—and I charge you that you make 
	preparation to be worthy to meet me, 
And I charge you that you be patient and perfect till I come.
 
Till then, I salute you with a significant look, that you do not forget me.