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Walt Whitman - Behold This Swarthy Face
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BEHOLD this swarthy face—these gray eyes,
This beard—the white wool, unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands, and the silent manner of me, without charm;
Yet comes one, a Manhattanese, and ever at parting, kisses me lightly
         on the lips with robust love,
And I, on the crossing of the street, or on the ship`s deck, give a
         kiss in return;
We observe that salute of American comrades, land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.
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