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.
“Fast Anchor’d Eternal O Love!” — Walt Whitman
Biblioklept 
14. Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed inthe end.
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