OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, <br /> Whispering, I love you, before long I die, <br /> I have travel'd a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you, <br /> For I could not die till I once look'd on you, <br /> For I fear'd I might afterward lose you. <br /> <br /> <br /> (Now we have met, we have look'd, we are safe; <br /> Return in peace to the ocean, my love; <br /> I too am part of that ocean, my love--we are not so much separated; <br /> Behold the great rondure--the cohesion of all, how perfect! <br /> But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us, 10 <br /> As for an hour, carrying us diverse--yet cannot carry us diverse for <br /> ever; <br /> Be not impatient--a little space--Know you, I salute the air, the <br /> ocean and the land, <br /> Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-the-rolling-ocean-the-crowd/
