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When I Heard at the Close of the Day

by Walt Whitman

When I wander'd alone over the beach, and undressing, bathed,
      laughing with the cool waters, and saw the sun rise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his
      way coming, O then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter - and all that day my food
      nourish'd me more - and the beautiful day pass'd well,
And the next came with equal joy - and with the next, at even-
      ing, came my friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly
      continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as directed to
      me, whispering, to congratulate me,
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover
      in the cool night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined
      towards me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast - and that night I was


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