as i wend to the shores i know not,
as i list to the dirge, the voices of men and women
wreck'd
as i inhale the impalpable breezes that set in upon me,
as the ocean so mysterious rolls toward me closer and colser,
i too but signify at the utmost a littlewash'd-up drift,
a few sands and dead leaves to gather,
gather, and merge myself as part of the sands and
drift.
-Walt Whitman,
from As I Ebb'd with the Ocean Life
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