Leaves of Grass

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 nowSigning for Soul and Body, set to them my name,Walt Whitman