Biddy

“Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with linguists and contenders, I have no mockings or arguments . . . I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul . . . the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other. Loafe with me on the grass . . . loose the stop from your throat,”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself: The First and Final Editions of the Great American Poem