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.