WHY reclining, interrogating? why myself and all drowsing?What deepening twilight—scum floating atop of the waters,
[ begin page 219 ]ppp.00707.227.jpgWho 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.)