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Allons! after the great Companions, and to
belong to them!
They too are on the road -- they are the
swift and majestic men -- they are the
greatest women,
Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas,
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a
mile of land,
Habituès of many distant countries,
habituès of far-distant dwellings,
Trusters of men and women, observers of
cities, solitary toilers,
Pausers and contemplators of tufts,
blossoms, shells of the shore,
Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of
brides, tender helpers of children, bearers
of children,
Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping
graves, lowerers-down of coffins,
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over
the years, the curious years each emerging
from that which preceded it,
Journeyers as with companions, namely
their own diverse phases,
Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized
baby-days,
Journeyers gayly with their own youth,
journeyers with their bearded and well-
grain'd manhood,
Journeyers with their womanhood, ample,
unsurpass'd, content,
Journeyers with their own sublime old age
of manhood or womanhood,
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the
haughty breadth of the universe,
Old age, flowing free with the delicious
near-by freedom of death.

Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but
offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that
you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were
destin'd, you hardly settle yourself to
satisfaction before you are call'd by an
irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles
and mockings of those who remain
behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you
shall only answer with passionate kisses of
parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who
spread their reach'd hands toward you.

Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash,
and the Yankee clipper speeds by under
full sail.
Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the
elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem,
curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and
materialistic priests.
The stale cadaver blocks up the passage--
the burial waits no longer.
Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood,
thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she
bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the
best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet
and determin'd bodies,
No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or
venereal taint is permitted here.
(I and mine do not convince by arguments,
similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)
Allons! whoever you are come travel with
me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.
The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible
at first, Nature is rude and
incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are
divine things well envelop'd,
I swear to you there are divine things more
beautiful than words can tell.
Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however
convenient this dwelling we cannot
remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however
calm these waters we must not anchor
here,
However welcome the hospitality that
surrounds us we are permitted to receive
it but a little while.
The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is
happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at
all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly
charged.
Here rises the fluid and attaching character,
The fluid and attaching character is the
freshness and sweetness of man and
woman,
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher
and sweeter every day out of the roots of
themselves, than it sprouts fresh and
sweet continually out of itself.)
Toward the fluid and attaching character
exudes the sweat of the love of young and
old,
From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks
beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing
ache of contact.