Come, said my soul, Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)

That should I after 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 smile I may keep on,

Ever and ever yet the verses owning—as, first, I here and now Signing for Soul and Body,

set to them my name,

—Walt Whitman