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Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,
If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
We also ascend dazzling and tremendous as the sun,
We found our own O my soul in the calm and cool of the daybreak.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,
With the twirl of my tongue I encompass worlds and volumes of worlds.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself,
It provokes me forever, it says sarcastically,
Walt you contain enough, why don’t you let it out then?
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation,
Do you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?
Waiting in gloom, protected by frost,
The dirt receding before my prophetical screams,
I underlying causes to balance them at last,
My knowledge my live parts, it keeping tally with the meaning of all things,
Happiness, (which whoever hears me let him or her set out in search of this day.)
My final merit I refuse you, I refuse putting from me what I really am,
Encompass worlds, but never try to encompass me,
I crowd your sleekest and best by simply looking toward you.
Writing and talk do not prove me,
I carry the plenum of proof and every thing else in my face,
With the hush of my lips I wholly confound the skeptic.
EXPLANATION WITH CRITICAL ANALYSIS
Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me,If, I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.
These lines suggest that the poet also requires to be uplifted the same way the sun rises to dazzle in the sky. He feels that his soul must be elevated to see the glories of the God. Here the poet talks about his wish to quench his thirst to seek knowledge of the divine and His ways.
SUMMARY AND CRITICAL APPRECIATION
The ‘self’ of the poet after achieving the ‘cosmic’ proportions transcends the physical bounds of the Earth in this section. He
mentions that the Sun rises dazzling in the sky. The ‘soul’ of the poet, like the sun, rises or is elevated. The sun rises every day, and goes about the daily quest. Similarly, the soul of the poet is in quest of the divine.
The power of articulation in the poet can speak volumes of words about the seen and the unseen. Yet he feels that a lot of suggestiveness is there even in silence. Happiness and solace can be found in silence. He talks of himself and ‘the soul’. While talking of himself, he is talking of all beings. He glorifies the Maker of all creation. He feels words are unnecessary to sing the glory of God. The glory and the greatness of God is evident on the face of every human being and is written large on every creation of God. Hence he sings the glory of the soul and its search for the divine, in this section.