BOOK XXXIII. SONGS OF PARTINGAs the Time Draws NighAs 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 willsuddenly cease.O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? —and yet it isenough, O soul;O soul, we have positively appear’d—that is enough.
As the Time Draws Nigh
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 willsuddenly cease.O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this?Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us? —and yet it isenough, O soul;O soul, we have positively appear’d—that is enough.