Out Of The Rolling Ocean, The Crowd

OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travel'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 met, we have look'd, 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, 10 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.)