“I dreamed in a dream of a city where all the men were like brothers, O I saw them tenderly love each other - I often saw them, in numbers, walking hand in hand; I dreamed that was a city of robust friends - Nothing was greater there than manly love - it led the rest, It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city, and in all their looks and words.-” American PoetryGay LoveLive OakWith Moss Author:Walt Witman