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.