The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragr — Walt Whitman

The horizon’s edge, the flying sea-crow, the fragrance of salt marsh and shore mud, These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth every day.

There Was a Child Went Forth

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