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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

Book XX. By The Roadside: Mother and Babe

I see the sleeping babe, nestling the breast of its
        mother;
The sleeping mother and babe—hush’d, I study them
        long and long.

#Americans #XIXCentury #1855 #LeavesOfGrass

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