*** start of the project gutenberg ebook 1322 *** leaves of grass by walt whitman come, said my soul, such verses for my body let us write, (for we are one,) that should i after return, or, long, long hence, in other spheres, there to some group of mates the chants resuming, (tallying earths soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,) ever with pleasd smile i may keep on, ever and ever yet the verses owning--as, first, i here and now signing for soul ...