Whoever you are, come forth! or man or woman come forth! 
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though
    you built it, or though it has been built for you.

Out of the dark confinement! out from behind the screen! 
It is useless to protest, I know all and expose it.

Behold through you as bad as the rest,
Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people,
Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash’d and trimm’d faces,
Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession,
Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,
Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and
    bland in the parlors,
In the cars of railroads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,
Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bedroom,
    everywhere,
Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the
    breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,
Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial flowers,
Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself,
Speaking of any thing else but never of itself.

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Allons! through struggles and wars! 
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded? 
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation?  Nature? 
Now understand me well—­it is provided in the essence of things that
    from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth
    something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle, I nourish active rebellion,
He going with me must go well arm’d,
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies,
    desertions.

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Allons! the road is before us! 
It is safe—­I have tried it—­my own feet have tried it well—­be not
    detain’d! 
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the
    shelf unopen’d! 
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn’d!  Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!  Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the
    court, and the judge expound the law.

Camerado, I give you my hand! 
I give you my love more precious than money,
I give you myself before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? 
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

[Book VIII]

} Crossing Brooklyn Ferry

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Flood-tide below me!  I see you face to face! 
Clouds of the west—­sun there half an hour high—­I see you also face
    to face.

Crowds of men and women attired in the usual costumes, how curious
    you are to me! 
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds that cross, returning
    home, are more curious to me than you suppose,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence are more
    to me, and more in my meditations, than you might suppose.