Analysis of Behold This Swarthy Face

   BEHOLD this swarthy face--these gray eyes,
   This beard--the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,
   My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;
   Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly
         on the lips with robust love,
   And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the ship's deck, give a
         kiss in return;
   We observe that salute of American comrades, land and sea,
   We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.