TWO Rivulets side by side, <br /> Two blended, parallel, strolling tides, <br /> Companions, travelers, gossiping as they journey. <br /> <br /> For the Eternal Ocean bound, <br /> These ripples, passing surges, streams of Death and Life, <br /> Object and Subject hurrying, whirling by, <br /> The Real and Ideal, <br /> <br /> Alternate ebb and flow the Days and Nights, <br /> (Strands of a Trio twining, Present, Future, Past.) <br /> <br /> In You, whoe'er you are, my book perusing, 10 <br /> In I myself--in all the World--these ripples flow, <br /> All, all, toward the mystic Ocean tending. <br /> <br /> (O yearnful waves! the kisses of your lips! <br /> Your breast so broad, with open arms, O firm, expanded shore!)<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-rivulets/
