﹝Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd﹞... 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.
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