SONG OF MYSELF: A STUDY OF INDIVIDUAL SECTION BY WALT WHITMAN

I celebrate my self and sing myself
And what assumed you shall assumed,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongings to you

I loaf and invite my soul
Lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer gass

my tonue every atom of blood form'd this soil this air
Born here of parents both here from parents the same,
and their parents the same.

I now thirty seven yours old in perfect health begin.
Hopping to cease not till death.

Creeds and schools in abeyance.
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are but never forgotten.

harbor for good or bad, i permit to speak at every hazard

nature without check with original energy.