Fast Anchorâ€™d, Eternal, O Love. by Walt Whitman
FAST-ANCHORâ€™D, eternal, O love! O woman I love!
O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you!
â€”Then separate, as disembodied, or another born,
Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation;
I ascendâ€”I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.