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.