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Leaves of Grass (1867)
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FAST ANCHOR'D, ETERNAL, O LOVE.
FAST-ANCHOR'D, eternal, O love! O woman I love; |
O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the
thought of you!
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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. |
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