O is for Ocean , P is for Poem

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.

Verse 1 from Walt Whitman's Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd

1 comment:

  1. oh geez
    I can't believe it took me so long to get your clever website
    I hope you get to the ocean really soon,


    PS. I am hooked on ABC de Natalie!