Songs of Parting（一）

    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.