Monday, July 25, 2011

Julia Ward Howl

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.

Walt Whitman (May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892)