As I Ponder'd in Silence
As I ponder'd in silence, / Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
Full of Life Now
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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.)
More poems by Walt Whitman
Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here
Soon shall the winter's foil be here; / Soon shall these icy ligatures unbind and melt--A little while,
To-Day and Thee
The appointed winners in a long-stretch'd game; / The course of Time and nations--Egypt, India, Greece and Rome;
Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?
Are you the new person drawn toward me? / To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;