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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! Arouse—for you must justify me—you must answer.



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.

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