
| ## LEAVES OF GRASS ## DRUM TAPS ## PATRIOTIC POEMS ## COMPLETE PROSE WORKS ## THE WOUND DRESSER |
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
| BOOK I. INSCRIPTIONS |
| One's-Self I Sing |
| As I Ponder'd in Silence |
| In Cabin'd Ships at Sea |