I Am He That Walks I am he that walks with the tender and growing night, I call to the earth and sea, half-held by the night. Press close, bare-bosomed night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing night! Night of south winds! Night of the large few stars! Still, nodding night! Mad, naked summer night! Smile, O voluptuous, cool-breathed earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset! Earth of the mountains, misty-topped! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon, just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid grey of clouds, brighter and clearer for my sake! O earth, far-swooping elbow’d earth! Rich apple-blossomed earth! Smile, O earth! Smile, for your lover comes