he ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me

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When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold not, surround us
  and
     pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom—I am silent—I require
  nothing
     further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of identity beyond the grave;
But I walk or sit indifferent—I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.

Text: Walt Whitman, Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances, excerpt
Image: Unknown, via Miss Magnolia Thunderpussy/Ipernity

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