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 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.

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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 separ-
ate 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.)

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.