Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd.

OUT OF THE ROLLING OCEAN, THE CROWD.

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OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently
to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travelled 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 afterwards lose you. [ begin page 116 ]

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(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 per-
fect! But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate
us, 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.)

Part of the cluster CHILDREN OF ADAM.