 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
TO YOU.
Let us twain walk aside from the rest;Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony;
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story,
Let us talk of death—unbosom all freely,
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |