Of Him I Love Day and Night

 OF him I love day and night, I dream’d I heard he was dead; 
And I dream’d I went where they had buried him I love—but he was not in that
 place; 
And I dream’d I wander’d, 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
 Mannahatta, 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 dream’d I will henceforth tell to every person and age, 
And I stand henceforth bound to what I dream’d; 
And now I am willing to disregard burial-places, and dispense with them;
And if the memorials of the dead were put up indifferently 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 render’d to powder,
 and
 pour’d in the sea, I shall be satisfied; 
Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.

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