I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.


loiter (v) to remain in an area for no obvious reason
yawp (n) a loud, harsh cry or shout
bequeath (v) to give or leave property or possessions when one
dies


What is the speaker saying about death in this final section of the poem?


What is the tone* of this section of the poem?
Remember: tone is the speaker's attitude toward the subject.