"Behold this Swarthy Face."
by Walt Whitman
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;
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.
