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.)