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.