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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN THE CROWD.
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 sepa-
rated,
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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 for-
ever;
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Be not impatient—a little space—know you I salute the air, the
ocean and the land,
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Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love. |
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