Come, said my Soul Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,) That should I after d**h 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 smiles I may keep on Ever and ever yet the verses owning – as, first, I here and now Singing for Soul and Body, set to them my name Walt Whitman