Читать книгу The Complete Works of Walt Whitman - Walt Whitman - Страница 101

Table of Contents

Fast-anchor’d eternal O love! O woman I love!

O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!

Then separate, as disembodied or another born,

Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation,

I ascend, I float in the regions of your love O man,

O sharer of my roving life.