As Adam, Early in the Morning. Published January 22, 2018 by suprusr 0 AS Adam, early in the morning, Walking forth from the bower, refresh’d with sleep; Behold me where I pass—hear my voice—approach, Touch me—touch the palm of your hand to my Body as I pass; Be not afraid of my Body. 5 Related posts: Walt Whitman. The Sleepers Salut au Monde. Song of the Open Road. suprusr Published in Poems
