Walt Whitman — Come said my Soul

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