FAST-ANCHOR’D, eternal, O love! O woman I love! 
O bride! O wife! more resistless than I can tell, the thought of you! 
—Then separate, as disembodied, or another born, 
Ethereal, the last athletic reality, my consolation; 
I ascend—I float in the regions of your love, O man,
O sharer of my roving life.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 33. Fast Anchor’d, Eternal, O Love.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 3. Calamus
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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