From Leaves of Grass
, by Walt Whitman
What you give me I cheerfully accept,
A little sustenance
, a hut and garden, a little money
, 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.