PASSING by, passing by all exteriors, Swimming floating on the Ocean that has innumerable bays— I too at length nestle down in thy breast, O humanity; Tired I abandon myself to thee, to be washed from the dust of life in thy waves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE KING OF SPAIN by MAXWELL BODENHEIM CHRISMUS IS A-COMIN' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY by JOHN MILTON THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |