Leaves of grass
Come, said my soul
Such verses for my body let us writ
For we are One
That should I after death invisibly return
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres
There to some group of mates the chants resuming
Tallying Earth's soil
Trees
Winds
Tumultuous waves
Ever with pleased smile I may keep on
Ever and ever to the verses owning
As first
I here and now,
Signing for soul and body
Set them to my name
Walt Whitman