WHY reclining, interrogating? Why myself and all drowsing?What deepening twilight! scum floating atop of the waters!Who are they, as bats and night-dogs, askant in the Capitol?What a filthy Presidentiad! (O south, your torrid suns! O north, your arctic freezings!)Are those really Congressmen? are those the great Judges? is that the President?Then I will sleep awhile yet—for I see that These States sleep, for reasons;(With gathering murk—with muttering thunder and lambent shoots, we all duly awake,South, north, east, west, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.)