Books by Whitman
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POETS TO COME.
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!|
|Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am|
|But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental,|
greater than before known,
|Arouse! Arouse—for you must justify me—you must|
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the|
|I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back|
in the darkness.
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.|