As the Time Draws Nigh
1AS 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.
2O 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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