O LIVING always--always dying! br O the burials of me, past and present! br O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! br O me, what I was for years, now dead, (I lament not--I am content;) br O to disengage myself from those corpses of me, which I turn and look br at, where I cast them! br To pass on, (O living! always living!) and leave the corpses behind!br br Walt Whitmanbr br