Walt Whitman - O Living Always, Always Dying lyrics

O living always, always dying! O the burials of me past and present, O me while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever; O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not, I am content;) O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look at where I cast them, To pa** on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind.