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OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, (Now we have met, we have look\u2019d, we are safe; Out of the Rolling Ocean, the Crowd by Walt Whitman OUT of the rolling ocean, the crowd, came a drop gently to me, Whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travel\u2019d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you, For I could not die till I once look\u2019d on<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3408","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum","category-photography"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3408","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3408"}],"version-history":[{"count":18,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3408\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3433,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3408\/revisions\/3433"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhispering, I love you, before long I die,
\nI have travel\u2019d a long way, merely to look on you, to touch you,
\nFor I could not die till I once look\u2019d on you,
\nFor I fear\u2019d I might afterward lose you.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nReturn in peace to the ocean, my love;
\nI too am part of that ocean, my love\u2014we are not so much separated;
\nBehold the great rondure\u2014the cohesion of all, how perfect!
\nBut as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate us,
\nAs for an hour, carrying us diverse\u2014yet cannot carry us diverse for ever;
\nBe not impatient\u2014a little space\u2014Know you, I salute the air, the ocean and the
\nland,
\nEvery day, at sundown, for your dear sake, my love.) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"