Étiquette : Out of the rolling ocean the crownd

by Walt Whitman Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travell’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.  Now we have … Continuer la lecture de « Out of the rolling ocean the crowd »