From
Leaves of Grass, by
Walt Whitman:
Out of the rolling
ocean the
crowd came a drop gently to me,
Whispering
I love you, before long I die,
I have travel'd a long way merely to look on you to touch you,
For I could not die till I once look'd on you,
For I fear'd I might afterward lose you.
Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe,
Return in peace to the ocean my
love,
I too am part of that ocean my love, we are not so much separated,
Behold the great rondure, the
cohesion of all, how perfect!
But as for me, for you, the irresistible
sea is to separate us,
As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us
diverse forever;
Be not impatient--a little space--know you I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day at
sundown for your dear sake my love.