As the Time Draws Nigh by 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 books, O chants! must all this then amount but to 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.