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