My Own True Love 38X15 Pastel and pencil on paper

The title My Own True Love is a line from Bob Dylan's Boots of Spanish Leather:

Oh, I'm sailin' away, my own true love
I'm sailin' away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I'll be landing?

​The text comes from Walt Whitman's Splendid Silent Sun 

GIVE ME THE SPLENDID SILENT SUN.
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Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
.......
Give me solitude—give me Nature—give me again,
O Nature, your primal sanities!
These demanding to have them, (tired with ceaseless excitement,
and rack'd by the war-strife,)
These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart,
While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
Day upon day and year upon year O city, walking your streets,
Where you hold me enchain'd a certain time refusing to give me
up,
Yet giving to make me glutted, enrich'd of soul, you give me
forever faces;
(O I see what I sought to escape, confronting, reversing my cries,
I see my own soul trampling down what it ask'd for.)

The colors reflect a painting by William Turner, Scarlet Sunset