I sing myself, and CELEBRATE myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every love belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I praise and invite my soul,
I praise and lean at my ease observing a piece of summer grass.

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this air, this world,
Born here of parents born here from parents alike, and their
parents alike,
I, now eighteen years old in crumbling health begin,
Hoping to really live until death.

Creeds and schools in pity,
Thinking back a while ashamed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with life.