Fast Anchor’d Eternal O Love!

by Walt Whitman.

  Fast-anchor’d eternal O love! O woman I love!
  O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!
  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.

 

from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
To a Western Boy	Among the Multitude

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