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Walt Whitman - Of Him I Love Day And Night
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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;                                                        


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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