In the woods too, a man casts off his years, And slumbers under the midnight sky, Or wanders and says, That no beauty was lost here, For look how the moon wraps her arms around you, And the air kisses your face.
- Walt Whitman
In the woods too, a man casts off his years, And slumbers under the midnight sky, Or wanders and says, That no beauty was lost here, For look how the moon wraps her arms around you, And the air kisses your face.