whose sides are crowded
with the rich cities of all
living philosophy, and oval
gates [illegible] that let ^pass you
in to immortal gardens
landscape of hill sides and

fields of clover and landscapes
of clumped with sassafras,
and orchards of good apples,
and of your ^every breath ^through your mouth shall be
of a new perfumed [?immortal?] and elastic
air, which is love.--
But I will take every ^each
man or woman ^man and ^man and woman of you to the window
and open the shutters and the
sash, and my left arm shall
hook him you round the waist,
and my right shall point
shall point you to the road
endless and beginningless road along
[circled: up]