Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after d**h 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 pleas'd smiles I may keep on
Ever and ever yet the verses owning – as, first, I here and now
Singing for Soul and Body, set to them my name
Walt Whitman