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 now

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