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![]() ![]() Walt Whitman And when I thought how my friend, my lover, was on his way coming, then O I was happy, Each breath tasted sweeter – and all that day my food nourished me more – and the beautiful day passed well, And the next came with equal joy – and with the next, at evening, came my friend, And that night while all was still I heard the waters roll slowly continually up the shores, I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to me, whispering to congratulate me, For the friend I love lay sleeping by my side, In the stillness his face was inclined toward me, while the moon's clear beams shone And his arm lay lightly over my breast – and that night I was happy.
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