Full of life now, compact, visible, I, forty years old the eighty-third year of the States, To one a century hence or any number of centuries hence, To you yet unborn these, seeking you. When you read these I that was visible am become invisible, Now it is you, compact, visible, realizing my poems, seeking me, Fancying how happy you were if I could be with you and become your comrade; Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A YOUNG BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A CRADLE SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK BEAVER BROOK by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |