 | Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) |  |
4.
The atmosphere is not a perfume—it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,It is for my mouth forever—I am in love with it,
I will go to the bank by the wood, and become undisguised and naked,
I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
| Leaves of grass. (1861-1861) | |