Sure as the stars return again after they merge in the light, death is great as life.
Leaves of Grass (The Final Edition)
On Journeys Through the States
Out of the Rolling Ocean the Crowd
Ages and Ages Returning at Intervals
We Two, How Long We Were Fool’d
Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
Facing West from California’s Shores
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only