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 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
-Walt Whitman
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Very nice post to share..we all wonder if our words will be around.
it is very interesting! such a unique conversation! we all have some day or the other…but is not sound as pretty as this one does!
very enjoy it!