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