Walt Whitman
As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud,
A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.
 
I shall go forth,
I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long,
Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will
suddenly cease.
 
O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?
Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?—and yet it is enough,
O soul; O soul, we have positively appear’d—that is enough.
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