WHAT think you I take my pen in hand to record? <br /> The battle-ship, perfect-model'd, majestic, that I saw pass the <br /> offing to-day under full sail? <br /> The splendors of the past day? Or the splendor of the night that <br /> envelopes me? <br /> Or the vaunted glory and growth of the great city spread around me?-- <br /> No; <br /> But I record of two simple men I saw to-day, on the pier, in the <br /> midst of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends; <br /> The one to remain hung on the other's neck, and passionately kiss'd <br /> him, <br /> While the one to depart, tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-think-you-i-take-my-pen-in-hand/
