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
