Native Moments – Walt Whitman 

NATIVE moments! when you come upon me–Ah you are

here now! Give me now

libidinous joys only! Give me the drench of my passions! Give me life

coarse and rank! To-day, I go consort with nature’s darlings–to-night too;

I am for those who believe in loose delights–I share the midnight orgies

of young men; I dance with the dancers, and drink with the drinkers; The

echoes ring with our indecent calls; I take for my love some prostitute–I

pick out some low person for my dearest friend, He shall be lawless, rude,

illiterate–he shall be one condemn’d by others for deeds done; I will play

a part no longer–Why should I exile myself from my companions? 10 O you

shunn’d persons! I at least do not shun you, I come forthwith in your

midst–I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest. 

Beginning of End – Francis Thompson 

She was aweary of the hovering

Of Love’s incessant tumultuous wing;

Her lover’s tokens she would answer not–

‘Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:

A pretty babe, this Love,–but fie on it,

That would not suffer her lay it down a whit!

Appointed tryst defiantly she balked,

And with her lightest comrade lightly walked,

Who scared the chidden Love to hide apart,

And peep from some unnoticed corner of her heart.

She thought not of her lover, deem it not

(There yonder, in the hollow, that’s HIS cot),

But she forgot not that he was forgot.

She saw him at his gate, yet stilled her tongue–

So weak she felt her, that she would feel strong,

And she must punish him for doing him wrong:

Passed, unoblivious of oblivion still;

And if she turned upon the brow o’ the hill,

It was so openly, so lightly done,

You saw she thought he was not thought upon.

He through the gate went back in bitterness;

She that night woke and stirred, with no distress,

Glad of her doing,–sedulous to be glad,

Lest perhaps her foolish heart suspect that it was sad.