What am I, After All? - by Walt Whitman



WHAT am I, after all, but a child, pleas’d with the sound of my own name? repeating
it
over and over;
I stand apart to hear—it never tires me.

To you, your name also;
Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name? 




Gadget

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