29 août 2012
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.
Walt Whitman’s handwritten rough drafts of Come, said my Soul appear on the facing page and the front and back covers of this issue of American Poet. The poem was first published individually and then as the title-page epigraph to later editions of Leaves of Grass.