The moon gives you light, and the bugles and the drums give you music, and my heart, O my soldiers, my veterans, my heart gives you love.
Walt WhitmanEach of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.
Walt WhitmanCome lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later, delicate death.
Walt Whitman