Out of the Rolling Ocean, The Crowd

  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, 10
  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.)

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