I Am Myself At Last; Now I Achieve My Very Self. I, With The Wonder Mellow, Full Of Fine Warmth, I Issue Forth In Clear And Single Me, Perfected From My Fellow. Here I Am All Myself. No Rose-Bush Heaving Its Limpid Sap To Culmination, Has Brought Itself More Sheer And Naked Out Of The Green In Stark-Clear Roses, Than I To Myself Am Brought.