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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you,
I have said that the soul is not more than the body,
And I have said the body is mot more that the soul,
And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is.
And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walk to his,
Own funeral direst in this shroud,
And I or you pocket less of a dime may purchase the pick of the earth,
And to glance with any eye or show a bean in its pod confounds the learning of all times.
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