AS I lay with my head in your lap, Camerado,
 The confession I made I resume--what I said to you in 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;
 (Indeed I am myself the real soldier;
 It is not he, there, with his bayonet, and not the red-striped
 artilleryman;)
 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; 10
 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.