Love
No Labor-Saving Machine
From Leaves of Grass
Love
No labor-saving machine,
Nor discovery have I made,
Nor will I be able to leave behind me any wealthy bequest to found
hospital or library,
Nor reminiscence of any deed of courage for America,
Nor literary success nor intellect; nor book for the book-shelf,
But a few carols vibrating through the air I leave,
For comrades and lovers.
Cite this poem
MLA
Whitman, Walt. “No Labor-Saving Machine.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/67/.
Chicago
Whitman, Walt. “No Labor-Saving Machine.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/whitman/67/.
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