YEARS of the modern！ years of the unperform'd！
Your horizon rises， I see it parting away for more august
dramas，
I see not America only， not only Liberty's nation but other
nations preparing，
I see tremendous entrances and exits， new combinations， the
solidarity of races，
I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the
world's stage，
（Have the old forces， the old wars， played their parts？ are the
acts suitable to them closed？）
I see Freedom， completely arm'd and victorious and very
haughty， with Law on one side and Peace on the other，
A stupendous trio all issuing forth against the idea of caste；
What historic denouements are these we so rapidly approach？
I see men marching and countermarching by swift millions，
I see the frontiers and boundaries of the old aristocracies
broken，
I see the landmarks of European kings removed，
I see this day the People beginning their landmarks， （all others
give way；）
Never were such sharp questions ask'd as this day，
Never was average man， his soul， more energetic， more like a
God，
Lo， how he urges and urges， leaving the masses no rest！
His daring foot is on land and sea everywhere， he colonizes
the Pacific， the archipelagoes，
With the steamship， the electric telegraph， the newspaper，
the wholesale engines of war，
With these and the world-spreading factories he interlinks all
geography， all lands；
What whispers are these O lands， running ahead of you，
passing under the seas？
Are all nations communing？ is there going to be but one
heart to the globe？
Is humanity forming en-masse？ for lo， tyrants tremble，
crowns grow dim，
The earth， restive， confronts a new era， perhaps a general
divine war，
No one knows what will happen next， such portents fill the
days and nights；
Years prophetical！ the space ahead as I walk， as I vainly try
to pierce it， is full of phantoms，
Unborn deeds， things soon to be， project their shapes around
me，
This incredible rush and heat， this strange ecstatic fever of
dreams O years！
Your dreams O years， how they penetrate through me！ （I
know not whether I sleep or wake；）
The perform'd America and Europe grow dim， retiring in
shadow behind me，
The unperform'd， more gigantic than ever， advance， advance
upon me.