One’s-Self I Sing

One’S-SelF I sing—a simple, separate Person; Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-masse.   Of Physiology from top to toe I sing; Not physiognomy alone, nor brain alone, is worthy for the muse—I say the     Form complete is worthier far; The Female equally with the male I sing.   Of Life immense in passion, pulse, and power, Cheerful—for freest action form’d, under the laws divine, The Modern Man I sing