object:1.whitman - To A Stranger
author class:Walt Whitman
subject class:Poetry
book class:Whitman - Poems
class:chapter
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me,
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me, or a girl with me,
I ate with you, and slept with youyour body has become not yours
only, nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we passyou
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to youI am to think of you when I sit alone, or
wake at night alone,
I am to waitI do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
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