"Song to Myself"

My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air, Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same, I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin, Hoping to cease not till death.

Every part of the speaker's body is formed and part of the Earth. The speaker is 37 and in good health, and hopes to stay this way for a while.

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

Speaker is celebrating self. We as readers will take on the view of the speaker for this poem.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

Speaker observes a blade of grass with his soul.

Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.

The speaker will not let religion interfere with his self. The speaker wants to return poetry back to its origins.