TO THE garden, the world, anew ascending,
 Potent mates, daughters, sons, preluding,
 The love, the life of their bodies, meaning and being,
 Curious, here behold my resurrection, after slumber;
 The revolving cycles, in their wide sweep, have brought me again,
 Amorous, mature--all beautiful to me--all wondrous;
 My limbs, and the quivering fire that ever plays through them, for
 reasons, most wondrous;
 Existing, I peer and penetrate still,
 Content with the present--content with the past,
 By my side, or back of me, Eve following, 10
 Or in front, and I following her just the same.