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! for you must justify me.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.I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, 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.