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¹ POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!

Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am
for;

But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental,
greater than before known,

Arouse! Arouse—for you must justify me—you must
answer.

² I myself but write one or two indicative words for the
future,

I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back
in the darkness.

³ I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stop-
ping, turns a casual look upon you, and then
averts his face,

Leaving it to you to prove and define it,

Expecting the main things from you.

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