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 separated;
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;
Be not impatient -a little space- Know you,
I salute the air, the ocean and the land,
Every day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.
Walt Whitman