- Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
- You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to
- me as of a dream,)
- I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
- All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste,
- matured,
- You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
- I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
- only nor left my body mine only,
- You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
- take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
- I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone
- or wake at night alone,
- I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
- I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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- Walt Whitman 1860
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