{"id":1837,"date":"2011-03-13T08:52:17","date_gmt":"2011-03-13T13:52:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=1837"},"modified":"2011-03-13T08:52:17","modified_gmt":"2011-03-13T13:52:17","slug":"out-of-the-rolling-ocean-the-crowd","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=1837","title":{"rendered":"Out of the rolling ocean the crowd"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><\/strong><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Walt Whitman<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\"> to me,<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> whispering, <em><br \/>\nI love you, before long I die,<br \/>\nI have travell&#8217;d a long way merely to look on you to touch you,<br \/>\nFor I could not die till I once look&#8217;d on you,<br \/>\nFor I fear&#8217;d I might afterward lose you.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Now we have met, we have look&#8217;d, we are safe,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">Return in peace to the ocean my love,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">I too am much of that ocean, my love, we are not so<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> much separated,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">Behold the great rondure, the cohesion of all, how <\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">perfect!<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">But as for me, for you, the irresistible sea is to separate<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> us,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">As for an hour carrying us diverse, yet cannot carry us <\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">diverse forever;<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">Be not impatient \u2014 a little space \u2014<br \/>\nKnow you I salute<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\"> the air, the ocean and the land,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000000;\">Every day at sundown for your dear sake, my love.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Walt Whitman Out of the rolling ocean the crowd came a drop gently to me, whispering, I love you, before long I die, I have travell&#8217;d a long way merely to look on you to touch you, For I could &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/?p=1837\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[38],"tags":[55,32,33,201,200],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1837"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1854,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1837\/revisions\/1854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1837"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1837"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.thelifeliterary.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1837"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}