A Dream by Walt Whitman

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 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 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; / 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 rendered / to powder, and poured in the sea, I shall be satisfied; / Or if it be distributed to the winds, I shall be satisfied.