Come, said my soul,
Such verses for my body let us write, (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 pleas'd 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.