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AS I LAY WITH MY HEAD IN YOUR LAP CAMERADO.

Walt Whitman

As I lay with my head in your lap camerado,

The confession I made I resume, what I said to you and the open air I

resume,

I know I am restless and make others so,

I know my words are weapons full of danger, full of death,

For I confront peace, security, and all the settled laws, to unsettle

them,

I am more resolute because all have denied me than I could ever have

been had all accepted me,

I heed not and have never heeded either experience, cautions,

majorities, nor ridicule,

And the threat of what is call'd hell is little or nothing to me;

And the lure of what is call'd heaven is little or nothing to me;

Dear camerado! I confess I have urged you onward with me, and still

urge you, without the least idea what is our destination,

Or whether we shall be victorious, or utterly quell'd and defeated.