OF him I love day and night, I dreamed I heard he was dead,And I dreamed I went where they had buried him I love—but he was not in that place,And I dreamed I wandered, searching among burial- places, to find him,And I found that every place was a burial-place,The houses full of life were equally full of death, (This house is now,)The streets, the shipping, the places of amusement, the Chicago, Boston, Philadelphia, the Manna- hatta, were as full of the dead as of the living,And fuller, O vastly fuller, of the dead than of the living;—And what I dreamed I will henceforth tell to every person and age,And I stand henceforth bound to what I dreamed;And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with them,
[ begin page 363 ]ppp.01500.371.jpgAnd if the memorials of the dead were put up indif- ferently everywhere, even in the room where I eat or sleep, I should be satisfied,And if the corpse of any one I love, or if my own corpse, be duly rendered to powder, and poured in the sea, I shall be satisfied,Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be sat- isfied.