FULL of life, now, compact, visible,
 I, forty years old the Eighty-third Year of The States,
 To one a century hence, or any number of centuries hence,
 To you, yet unborn, these, seeking you.

 When you read these, I, that was visible, am become invisible;
 Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me;
 Fancying how happy you were, if I could be with you, and become your
 comrade;
 Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with
 you.)