Walt Whitman (31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892 / New York / United States)
As Adam, Early In The Morning
AS Adam, early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower, refresh'd 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.
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