• 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 loaf and invite my soul,
    I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass,
    My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil,
    This air,

    Born of here parents bon here from parents the same, and
    Their parents the same,

    I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
    Hoping to cease not till death.
    Creeds and schools in abeyance,
    Retiring back awhile sufficed at what they are, but never
    Forgotten,

    I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
    Nature without check with original energy.