Flood-tide of the river, flow on! I watch
you, face to face,
Clouds of the west! sun half an hour high! I see
you also face to face.
Crowds of men and women attired in the usual
costumes, how curious you are to me!
On the ferry-boats the hundreds and hundreds
that cross are more curious to me than you
suppose,
And you that shall cross from shore to shore
years hence, are more to me, and more in my
meditations, than you might suppose.
The impalpable sustenance of me from all things
at all hours of the day,
The simple, compact, well-joined, scheme-- myself
disintegrated, every one disintegrated,
yet part of the scheme,
The similitudes of the past and those of the future.
By: Walt Whitman
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RandomI really love poems from different people back from the old days like Edgar Allan Poe or Robert Frost, and more others.
