Of Him I Love Day And Night

Walt Whitman

   OF him I love day and night, I dream'd I heard he was dead;
   And I dream'd I went where they had buried him I love--but he was not
         in that place;
   And I dream'd I wander'd, searching among burial-places, to find him;
   And I found that every place was a burial-place;
   The houses full of life were equally full of death, (this house is
         now;)
   The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago,
         Boston, Philadelphia, the Mannahatta, were as full of the dead
         as of the living,
   And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living;
   --And what I dream'd I will henceforth tell to every person and age,
   And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream'd;
   And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with
         them;                                                        10
   And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently
         everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be
         satisfied;
   And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly
         render'd to powder, and pour'd in the sea, I shall be
         satisfied;
   Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.

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