Walt Whitman
What you give me, I cheerfully accept,
  A little sustenance, a hut and garden, a little money—these, as I
        rendezvous with my poems;
  A traveler’s lodging and breakfast as I journey through The States—
        Why should I be ashamed to own such gifts? Why to advertise for
        them?
  For I myself am not one who bestows nothing upon man and woman;
  For I bestow upon any man or woman the entrance to all the gifts of
        the universe.
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