_Out Of The Crowd._

1.

Out of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you; before long I die: I have travelled a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you: For I could not die till I once looked on you, For I feared I might afterward lose you.

2.

Now we have met, we have looked, 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 perfect! But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate 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.