Towards democracy, стр. 86

72 Towards Democracy

unembarrassed, affectionate ; and you, beautiful careless boy ! and you, strange eternal anxious mother-face!

How shall I say what I have to say? How shall It speak the word which sums up all words that are spoken? How shall I speak that for which the moon and the stars and running waters and the universe itself subsist, to speak it ?—-which if it could be uttered in a word there were no | need of all these things.

O Death, take me away.

Take me away, kindly Death; lead me forth, lead me through the entire universe.

Let me pass; hold me back, I say, no longer; for I am tired, I am sick, of talking—and I forebode other ways.

For I would be the dust;

And I would be the silver rays of the moon and the stars, and the washing sound of the midnight sea ;

And nourishing sweet air and running water, for the lips of them that I choose ;

To pass, to put on the invisible cap, to run round about the world, unseen. ;

And I will be the plain ungarnished facts of life, with . continual nearnesses ;

The train arriving at the station shall not be nearer or | more solid; nor the lifting and transporting of boxes and goods, nor the grasp of the handles to them that open and shut the doors.