Song of Myself
Walt Whitman
1819 to 1892
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And what I assume you shall assume,
Hoping to cease not till death.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air,