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?

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 14. What am I, After All?
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 20. Leaves of Grass
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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