Not Heaving From My Ribb'D Breast Only; Not In Sighs At Night, In Rage, Dissatisfied With Myself; Not In Those Long-Drawn, Ill-Supprest Sighs; Not In Many An Oath And Promise Broken; Not In My Wilful And Savage Soul'S Volition; Not In The Subtle Nourishment Of The Air; Not In This Beating And Pounding At My Temples And Wrists; Not In The Curious Systole And Diastole Within, Which Will One Day Cease; Not In Many A Hungry Wish, Told To The Skies Only; Not In Cries, Laughter, Defiances, Thrown From Me When Alone, Far In The Wilds; Not In Husky Pantings Through Clench'D Teeth; Not In Sounded And Resounded Words - Chattering Words, Echoes, Dead Words; Not In The Murmurs Of My Dreams While I Sleep, Nor The Other Murmurs Of These Incredible Dreams Of Every Day; Nor In The Limbs And Senses Of My Body, That Take You And Dismiss You Continually - Not There; Not In Any Or All Of Them, O Adhesiveness! O Pulse Of My Life! Need I That You Exist And Show Yourself, Any More Than In These Songs.