As the time draws nigh glooming a cloud, A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me. I shall go forth, I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will suddenly cease. O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? -- and yet it is enough, O soul; O soul, we have positively appear'd -- that is enough. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITCHCRAFT BY A PICTURE by JOHN DONNE THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A WISH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AN ATHENIAN GARDEN by TRUMBULL STICKNEY MINNIE AND WINNIE by ALFRED TENNYSON WINTER SONG by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ON A CORNELIAN HEART WHICH WAS BROKEN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |