Passing stranger!
you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you…
From Walt Whitman’s To a Stranger (1860)
Passing stranger!
you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you…
From Walt Whitman’s To a Stranger (1860)
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