Leaves of Grass (1881-82)

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WHAT you give me I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I rendez-
         vous with my poems,
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as I journey through the States,
         —why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? why to
         advertise for them?
For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman,
For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts
         of the universe.
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