Page:Leaves of Grass (1860).djvu/322

There was a problem when proofreading this page.

314

Enfans d' Adam.

14.

<poem>I am he that aches with love; Does the earth gravitate? Does not all matter, aching,

attract all matter?

So the body of me to all I meet, or that I know.

15.

Early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refreshed with sleep, Behold me where I pass — hear my voice — approach, Touch me — touch the palm of your hand to my

body as I pass,

Be not afraid of my body.

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is licensed under Creative Commons - Attribution - Sharealike. Additional terms may apply for the media files.