As Adam early in the morning,
Walking forth from the bower refresh’d with sleep,
Behold me where I pass, hear my voice, approach,
Touch me, touch the palm of your hand to my body as I pass,
Be not afraid of my body.
-Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass.
I’m working on a reddit puzzle and it brought me around to Walt Whitman. I read Leaves of Grass one summer between my sophomore and junior year. I think I may need to read it again. Good stuff.