Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 20. By the Roadside. 12. To Rich Givers

What you give me I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money, as I
      rendezvous with my poems,
A traveler's lodging and breakfast as 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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
3. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 5. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 7. The Pallid Wreath
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 28. Old Salt Kossabone

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