“I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.”
— Walt Whitman 1819 – 1892 CE
Premier "poet of democracy" and model for Dracula
from Song of Myself, Part 52
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