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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW LOVE AND A QUESTION by ROBERT FROST SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 101 by ALFRED TENNYSON |