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.