IN the new garden, in all the parts,In cities now, modern, I wander,Though the second or third result, or still further, primitive yet,Days, places, indifferent—though various, the same,Time, Paradise, the Mannahatta, the prairies, finding me unchanged,Death indifferent—Is it that I lived long since? Was I buried very long ago?
[ begin page 313 ]ppp.01500.321.jpgFor all that, I may now be watching you here, this moment;For the future, with determined will, I seek—the woman of the future,You, born years, centuries after me, I seek.